in less than 24 hours, this summer semester - this exhausting, never-ending summer semester - will be over. 4 rest-taking, solitude-seeking, mountain-climbing, beach-reading, good-and-slow-coffee-drinking weeks now sit in front of me, waiting to be experienced with open hands and quiet heart.
it may be hard to explain to anyone who isn't in this program with me, but i feel as though i'm coming back out from under a rock. a big, black, heavy, nursing school rock. and it feels damn. good.
as i feel my spirit expanding and my lungs refilling and my body relaxing, there is much to be thankful for. here's a bit.
the mysteries of relationship, friendship, and reconnection.
wandering the streets of nyc with west coast friends now east coast transplants.
a real southern wedding with friends i haven't seen in ages, and a bride and groom whose eyes told of love.
lots of laughter and much to celebrate. maybe a little mayhem.
and what kind of me would i be if i didn't leave my cell phone in boston, or lock us in our door-knob-less room in the early morning hours?
dancing until our make-up came off and our hair was wet.
stories about deer hunting on the back porch in pajamas. good female friends standing up for themselves in grade school (and punching deserving boys in the face).
time in boston with my long-lost friend with the heart that beats for justice.
boston's own good coffee shop (not a west coast replication, like the ones in nyc).
iced coffee that makes me smile and sigh with each sip i take. even with notecards and lecture notes and text books and colorful pens scattered wide across the sun-soaked picnic table on a sidewalk in an alley near harvard square.
falafel at every meal. pickled cabbage and tahini. cucumbers and tomatoes. arugula salad with beets, avocado, and just enough olive oil and salt.
mango frozen yogurt with blueberries and coconut.
round one of the national poetry slam while the rain pours down outside.
words alive, eliciting goosebumps and tears as unknown poets expose themselves around beauty and hope, goldilocks and pop music, racism and injustice, autism and education.
it's just a snapshot, and there is more to come i am sure of it. there always is. which is something to be thankful for too, i suppose.
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Maggie, I keep forgetting to tell you when I see you that I LOVE your blog. So great to see you last weekend, even with the early morning banging on the door. Hooray for hangers and creative problem solving. :)
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