summer’s end

https://open.spotify.com/track/2lVPHHSn8elKFEf1d6evFG?si=f69fa21fc2524bb1 Yesterday I drove away from my assembly line job for the last time, and I realized that I was going to miss it. I won't miss getting up at 4 am. I won't miss the strong language, the crude jokes. I won't miss the exhaustion, counting the hours on the clock, running out of… Continue reading summer’s end

go back, go back to the ancient paths

I was young a year agoWhen last among these cedar treesI walked the white and lonely paths.Today, the bright blue Huron breezeSings to me a sharp “although” —Though you were young a year agoThese paths find you yet young. A year ago on ancient rocksI stood and cursed, by bitter fearEnraged against the will of… Continue reading go back, go back to the ancient paths

flotsam & jetsam | July 2022

I haven't written this sort of post for a long time, but I miss them. So here is a little collection of random thoughts. I finished rereading the Narnia books recently. Then I tried to rank them. It's very difficult but my list would probably look something like this: The Horse and His BoyThe Silver… Continue reading flotsam & jetsam | July 2022

the mid-year book freak-out tag :)

Well met, travelers, and welcome to the woods, where your [aspirationally] gracious hostess is nearly always absent and there is no uniformity of theme or style to her posts. How have you all been? Last time, I posted a long ramble about death and academia. Today I'm here to tell you about the books I've… Continue reading the mid-year book freak-out tag 🙂

carpe aeternitatem

I've been thinking a lot, lately, about life and death and what it means to be mortal. live the life that unfolds before you. love goodness more than you fear evil. ~ Jonathan Rogers It's not a new thing for me to be thinking about. I read The Bark of the Bog Owl when I… Continue reading carpe aeternitatem

year one.

I'm writing this from a makeshift desk set up under my loft bed, surrounded by the chaos of a mostly-unpacked and partially-organized life. I didn't know I had so much stuff until it was all laid out on the floor of my room. It's a little terrifying. But anyway. I am home -- or, well,… Continue reading year one.

a sonnet to Philosophy

I wrote this to the character of Philosophy in Boethius' Consolation, as part of an assignment for a class; if you've read that book you'll likely understand this poem better. If you haven't, then just know that Philosophy is trying to explain things like predestination, free will, the true good, the best way to live,… Continue reading a sonnet to Philosophy

the “I’ll get around to it later” tag

... which I will not, in fact, get around to later, because I am doing it now! Thanks to Liesl for tagging me. (Before we get into this post, just a quick announcement that I meant to participate in Grim's "Remember, O Thou Man" but found myself out of time to do so... I may… Continue reading the “I’ll get around to it later” tag

the bookworm tag

Hello friends! I'm back (momentarily) with the happy update that both essays I referenced in my last post went well (presumably -- neither have been graded yet), I am officially a classics major now, and I have been tagged by Sarah to do this tag! Hurrah (: • What author has your favorite prose to… Continue reading the bookworm tag

more disorganized than Radagast (with Queen’s Thief aesthetics!)

(Because, y'know, Radagast actually isn't in The Hobbit, and also I'm pretty sure he was more organized than whatever the heck the movies made him out to be. And this post actually does have a modicum of organization.) I just finished Return of the Thief, which means that I've officially finished my first reread of… Continue reading more disorganized than Radagast (with Queen’s Thief aesthetics!)