Today is Wednesday, August 22, 2007. It is 3:50 P.M. It's been about three months, and it seems like an eternity.

Camp was, once again, an eye opening and extraordinary experience. I thank God every day that he allowed that treasure to be placed in my life. And it sounds cheesey and most likely is, but the people who I have met at camp have profoundly affected my life.

I laughed as I read my last post... I don't even remember writing it. It's so absurd. P.S... I didn't find love... nope. Love is for sure not something I am ready for. But I am ready for a little life, and I have no doubt in my mind that this year will be full of it. I'm a junior... sick... I don't even believe it. I feel like I left Falls City a week ago, wondering what college would be like. But here I am.

My classes this semester look amazing. I don't think I've ever been so excited for classes to start. Taking three literature classes sounds daunting, but I have a good vibe about it. The only problem may be trying to juggle class and being and RA. But I know what I have to do to keep sane and happy.

I pray today... I pray a lot... every day. But it's not praying. It's talking to God. And God shall lead me through.

This is a part of Allen Ginsberg's "Sather Gate Illumination" that he wrote at Berkeley in September of 1955. I think it's beautiful...

"My grief at Peter's not loving me was grief at not loving myself.
Huge Karmas of broken minds in beautiful bodies unable to receive love because not knowing the self as lovely ---
Fathers and Teathers!

Seeing in people the visible evidence of inner self thought by their treatment of me: who loves himself loves me who love myself"