11/07/2009
Wow!
As a graduate student, forget about having any freedoms, even during breaks. Your freedom is compromised for your personal interest in future studies, which may be worth it, depending on who you are. For me, academic advancement is liberating because it ties into everything I have wanted to do in my life. It helps with my self-confidence (although not with normal social interactions such as meeting new people outside of academia), and has all to do with my future. I miss the outside world sometimes, but I am doing well so far this semester.
11/05/2009
Too much to do
11/02/2009
Therdy-Deuce
10/28/2009
San Juan de la Cruz
I haven't read enough on Deism, but I do know that God, to me, empowers us to do our very best in life, and entreats us to make our choices independently. That is what Benjamin Franklin believed Deism to be, and that is my standing definition as of now. I am not a Christian. I am Deistic by nature; I won't qualify it with saying I am a Deist just yet because I want to be sure.
I will not be labeled an Agnost because I've always believed that an agnost doesn't know what to believe in, or rather they simply don't know what to choose. I am not Agnostic because I am sure of what direction I am heading. I am not noncommittal. I am committed to believing in God. Just not the Christian or the Jewish or any other God than the one that is more transpersonal.
I label this post San Juan de la Cruz because he was a Spanish mystic who wrote beautiful poetry about his union with God in his mystical beliefs. I understand how he feels. Here is a poem for you to think about:
St. John of the Cross
On a dark night
On a dark night,
Kindled in love with yearnings
--oh, happy chance!--
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised
--oh, happy chance!--
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide,
save that which burned in my heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he
(well I knew who!) was awaiting me
-- A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined
Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping,
and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand
He wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.
San Juan de la Cruz
En una noche oscura
En una noche oscura,
con ansias, en amores inflamada,
¡oh dichosa ventura!,
salí sin ser notada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada;
a escuras y segura
por la secreta escala, disfrazada,
¡oh dichosa ventura!,
a escuras y encelada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada;
en la noche dichosa,
en secreto, que naide me veía
ni yo miraba cisa,
sin otra luz y guía
sino la que en el corazón ardía.
Aquesta me guiaba
más cierto que la luz del mediodía
adonde me esperaba
quien yo bien me sabía
en parte donde naide parecía.
¡Oh noche que guiaste!
¡oh noche amable más que la alborada!;
¡oh noche que juntaste,
Amado con amada,
amada en el Amado transformada!
En mi pecho florido,
que entero para él solo se guardaba,
allí quedó dormido,
y yo le regalaba,
y el ventalle de cedros aire daba.
El aire del almena,
cuando yo sus cabellos esparcía,
con su mano serena
en mi cuello hería,
y todos mis sentidos suspendía.
Quedéme y olvidéme,
el rostro recliné sobre el Amado;
cesó todo y dejéme,
dejando mi cuidado
entre las azucenas olvidado.
10/18/2009
So a few checks have finally come through...
My oldest niece, Alyssa, just turned 9 today, and I bought her "Where the Wild Things Are" and a diary to write her deepest darkest secrets (probably will write where she hides her candy stash, so I will more than likely be picking the lock next time I'm over). If she gets a decent report card in a few weeks, I promised to take her to see the movie screening (that is, if it's not too scary for her). She's not really paying attention to me right now, seeing as how she has 8 cousins to play with on her birthday, but she'll come back around when they're gone. She's all about moment to moment. As I told her, when her cousins around, I am nothing. She got a kick out of that. Little spoiled monster.
I will back in two weeks to Sacramento for my 32nd birthday (FUCK), and my Dad's 61'st. Hopefully my Dad will get me something useful. Like bread. Or cheese.
10/14/2009
Flashbacks of Maturity in Childhood and Actions of an Adult at the Appropriate Time
I understand the implications behind me watching it, and although I was not sexually abused, I understand abuse. For some reason, watching this show calms me, which might sound sick to you, but it's probably because I grew up like a Father to close family. I quickly identify with wanting to assist and aid other people, although I am running from it now because I have learned that a cry for help may simply be that and nothing more. I am far more cautious with who I should help, as I should be. More than anything, I know I have to help myself more than anyone else in the world right now.
I am in a resplendent, calm, and serious mood right now, and for fleeting breaths of instant light I feel like my old self again. It's a good feeling to know that I really had a strong center in the base of my childhood. It's good to know that I can pull together, even when I am falling apart. Aside from the money situation, for which I have not been paid for two months because of financial aid and I have been seriously not eating for a good long while (although I do have some good friends out here now who let me borrow a 20 or two to make it through the remaining weeks I have before I get rightfully paid), I have not been sleeping, but I have been doing a decent job in keeping up with my classes. I may be lucky and get an A in Italian, since I have a pretty high B. Spanish could be better, but I think the professor will let me catch up if I email him soon.
I thank God for giving me the strength to understand my firm resolve and reinstill within myself the ability to start back up as an adult again. This time, however, I can be an adult at an adult age, instead of losing a childhood in order to be adult for everyone else. I can be adult for me.
10/13/2009
Storm
I have a workshop to do today on the new writing proficiency exam. I am wearing a sweater that is way too warm in this building. Hopefully the business building wherein I am heading this workshop will have better climate control.
