I went to Tiburon last weekend and explored the area with my friend who is housesittin g up there -- it was beautiful, although my little Echo felt a little out of place parking between all the Jaguars.
My apartment is slowly becoming mine. I put up curtains and my paintings and such from Africa.
I'm reading a really good book by the president of Compassion International called Too Small to Ignore. You should read it.
This school year has been great so far. My class is sooooo good and fun and happy. I'm bringing them a pet snake tomorrow, so it should be a fun day.
In high school I had a CD by Caedmon's Call that I liked, but I never really understood the lyrics. The writers must have been about 24 years old when they wrote them, because now it's my favorite CD and everything makes sense.
Here is my recent favorite song, sorry it's a little long:
Faith My Eyes, by Caedmon's Call
As I survey the ground for ants
Looking for a place to sit and read
I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown
How they're much like this concrete that's warm beneath my feet
And how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face
With a touch of my father just up around the eyes
And the sound of my brother's laugh
But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives
But if I must go
Things I trust will be better off without me
But I don't want to know
Life is better off a mystery
So keep'em coming these lines on the road
And keep me responsible be it a light or heavy load
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
Hometown weather is on TV
I imagine the lives of the people living there
And I'm curious if they imagine me
Cause they just wanna leave; I wish that I could stay
And to visit places from my past
But only for an hour or so
Which is long enough to smell the air
To tell the tale and find the door
But I get turned around
I mistake some happiness for blessing
But I'm blessed as the poor
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing
So I'll sing a song of my hometown
I'll breathe the air and walk the streets
Maybe find a place to sit and read
And the ants are welcome company
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
