Fare Forward, Voyagers

Seriously, a Romania post is coming.

Highlight(s) of my day.

I was walking to get my bike to ride home, and I heard a guy say to a girl: "You know what's cool? Sea anenomes." I thought to myself, "Yeah, sea anenomes are pretty damn cool."

Upon returning back to St. Joan's (that is the name of our house...I know), I found Emma, our visitor from The Land of All That Is Holy and Glorious (that is the name of England...in my head), laying out next to our pool. I joined her. It was delightful.

This blog entry is partially an effort of procrastination, but also an attempt to unstop my writer's block. This always happens when I have multiple papers due.

Further, and unrelatedly, yesterday was the anniversary of John Donne's death. It is the one day of the year when I wish I was Anglican. Why? Because they commemorate the day as his feast day. Adding joy to wonder, we had class on T.S. Eliot yesterday. We talked about the inadequacy of language to convey what we mean... "That's not what I mean, that's not what I mean at all." At the end, our intrepid class leader bid us rise, and read aloud the last stanza of "Little Gidding," which I had already read about five-hundred-twenty-two times already that day:

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this
   Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.