tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71840125201914926162009-07-06T21:15:24.396-07:00The Wishing WellI am a sea of rushing thoughts, prayers, hopes, anxieties and life. This is my wishing well...A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-86016401472156553062009-07-04T02:33:00.000-07:002009-07-04T02:51:01.966-07:00Let the plays begin!We arrived in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grahamstown</span> safe and sound and was welcomed by the sunshine and warm weather!! I keep bracing myself for the rumored cold, but we are lucky to catch this great weather! We moved all of our belongings into our dorm and got settled. Rhodes University is beautiful and we are excited to be here. We each get our individual dorm rooms (so nice!) which include a desk and sink and lots of space, which is welcomed at this point in the trip - some personal space!! I can't imagine having single rooms back at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SPU</span>, such a luxury!<br /><br />Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Segall</span> took us on a walking tour so we could orient ourselves as we are mostly on our own this week. We hiked up to Settler's Monument (denoting the place where I believe the Dutch settlers arrived and set up camp). It's a beautiful center where we will be seeing the film "Crime" tonight. Also gave a splendid view of all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Grahamstown</span> with the rolling hills and mountains beyond...lots of pictures! :)<br /><br />We then meandered downtown and proceeded to pick out places to eat (as we're on our own for dinner...this is the time to try authentic South African foods!) We also made our way through the markets which are packed with rows and rows of people selling anything and everything. As Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Segall</span> said, there is a stall here for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">everyones</span> taste! Clothes, jewelry, trinkets, toys, South African handicrafts, paintings. Our eyes are drinking in the noise of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vendors</span> calling out their products offering good prices "Special! Special for you today!" live music and dancing on every corner, colors abound and smells of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">funnel cakes</span> (they call them "small doughnuts") and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">kudu</span> on a stick (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">kudu</span> is a large looking deer-like animal). It reminded me of Territory Days back home with a splash of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ren</span>. Fair except there are rows and rows of beautiful South African treats! Needless to say, we are having fun bartering and picking out souveniers to bring home!<br /><br />These next few days consist of class, assignments and seeing plays and films! Our first play was last night, "The Return" which was about a South African returning to his home after living in exile in America with his wife - an African American - and the meeting of cultures when they visit his parents. It was great and I thought well-done. This is the National Theater Festival so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Grahamstown</span> is bubbling with excitement and people from all over coming to see these plays. It's an experience I'll soon not forget! Next week we will finish our time in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Grahamstown</span> and head to the game parks so the Lion Sanctuary and Safari before making our long journey back to Cape Town. It's fascinating and each new place brings out a piece of South Africa and there are so many pieces still unturned...after all this is a rather large country (Desmond said it is equivalent to 9 states...not really sure what states we're talking about, but you get the picture!) It's beautiful and full of energy and I can't even contain my excitement for this part of the trip - though we are lonely for our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Stellenbosch</span> friends! I hope to continue to update my journey, but these next few days are packed so stay tuned! :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-8601640147215655306?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-18623910883305353502009-07-01T02:55:00.000-07:002009-07-01T03:23:42.425-07:00Plettenberg Bay in the sunshine!Let's see, it's been a few days so I'll start with Monday - our last build day! We headed out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mfuleni</span> for the last time and arrived on site bubbling with excitement to work on the roof! We gathered in our circle and chanted our morning "war cry" '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dugga</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dugga</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dugga</span>' '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hoi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hoi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hoi</span>' and set to work hoisting the tresses up to those stationed on the roof. We then began the task of setting them up straight and square while the builders nailed them into place. We worked efficiently and finished that part before tea time (which included more of the delicious bread and jam!) Next we laid out the weather proofing and nailed it into place, no longer will <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Zamulingisa</span> wake up wet from all the leaks and dew seeping through the thin tin shack. He can rest assured that he'll be warm and dry - so exciting!! We assembled a tile line (which are much lighter to hoist than the bricks!) and moved all of the red tiles to the roof where the rest of our team fastened them into place.<br /><br />Unfortunately, because of the lost time due to rain, we weren't completely done when the day was over. The internal walls still need to be put in along with the doors, but all in all it's quite amazing what we were able to accomplish in three days! (I promise I'll post pictures when I get back!!) We held the dedication ceremony and shared what am amazing experience it's been and how happy we are for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Zamulingisa</span> and his soon-to-be wife! It was bittersweet to leave, we were so happy and proud of our house and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Zamulingisa's</span> new beginning, but sad to leave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Mfuleni</span> and everyone for the last time.<br /><br />That evening was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bry</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">sp</span>?) which is a fancy word for a BBQ (but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">shhhh</span>, don't tell the South Africans that!!! They are quite proud of their brys :) It was a blast and definitely delicious. Afterwards was the ending ceremony where awards were given out and gifts of appreciation to our amazing leaders! And all week the houses competed for points (by stealing each others flags, participating in the activities, etc etc) so they announced the winning house...ours!! I was so excited and feel so bonded with our crew! We won a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">vovozella</span> (an amazing South African word for those horns used at football and soccer games) and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">keychain</span>! Speaking of amazing Afrikaans lingo I am planning on taking back these words: zap (what they say when someone flips you off...hopefully I won't have to use that much in the US, but still how much better is "Someone zapped me on the interstate" than "someone flipped me off..."?!), lip ice instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">chapstik</span>, sirviettes for napkins and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">tekkies</span>: for sneakers! It's been so fun learning about each other and trading words, I know a random smattering of Afrikaans words. We ended the ceremony by lighting candles and talking about how six families were living in the dark and we've been able to share our light and bring brightness to their lives. How the Bible tells us not to hide our light under a bushel, but share it with the world. So many friends and great times in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Stellenbosch</span> - sad to leave it!<br /><br />We left early Tuesday morning and started our long drive to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Plettenberg</span> Bay by way of the Garden Route. It was six hours of beautiful scenery, mountains and plains - the morning mist rolling in and casting an eerie shadow on the scattered trees. Winding through one of the mountain passes we spotted baboons right of the side of the road!! So crazy to see a baboon just outside your window!! We curved around and when we were out of the mountains the ocean came into view, the beautiful African coast stretching before us. It's sort of like South Africa's version of Hwy 101. So breathtaking!<br /><br />We arrived in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Plet</span>. Bay in time for pizza (which South Africans use bananas as a topping!) then time for more studying and finally bed. Today a few of us are hanging around the town and heading down to the beach for some lazy time in the sun, letting our muscles have a rest after heaving bricks last week! The other half of the group went bungee jumping off of the world's tallest bridge (seeing as how I hyperventilate in line for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">roller coaster</span>, the beach sounded much more appealing!)<br /><br />Another phase of our trip is beginning as we head off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Grahamstown</span> by the end of the week - the theater festival will be wonderful and I know we're going to learn so much and get to see and experience South African theater. Off to enjoy the sunshine as we've been warmed that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Grahamstown</span> is FREEZING!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-1862391088330535350?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-40481384650492737982009-06-28T05:36:00.000-07:002009-06-28T06:03:50.642-07:00"Our house, in the middle of the street! Our house!"The weather turned and we've had two beautiful days to build! And build we did! Friday morning we arrived on site eager and bubbling with excitement to finally begin this project. Brick lines were formed (aka people standing an arms length away from each other throwing bricks as an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">efficient</span> way to move them), mixing of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">duggar</span> began (2 parts sand, 1 part cement and lots of water = heavy, messy cement-like mix to adhere the bricks!), and various other tasks around the site - including being jungle gyms for the many gathered children. My friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lizaan</span> (a current student at the University of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stellenbosch</span>) and I took the task of painting the door and window frames with linseed oil to ensure that they last for generations.<br /><br />Brick by brick the house began to form and soon our lonely cement slab had four walls and some windows set in! We built 8 bricks high and then called it a day as it had to dry before we could build more on top. There are so many children here and they love playing with us, observing our building and running rampant as children do.<br /><br />We arrived back at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nerina</span> and dashed to the showers wiping away a good six hours of sweat and laughter from the build site. Dinner that evening was served in downtown <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Stellenbosch</span> at Arizona Spur which reminded me of a mix between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TGIFriday's</span> and Denny's. I enjoyed a hamburger and chocolate milkshake almost just like home, South African style definitely adds their own unique tastes and spices! Exhausted from the day we turned in early.<br /><br />Saturday morning came too soon and we were back at the site passing bricks again, mixing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">duggar</span> and filling in holes in the bricks for a finished shine. The builders are South Africans that live in the township and are so skilled and fast! The walls were soon finished and all windows and door set, we began bending and setting the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hoopbines</span> (metal rod-like things to help support the tresses) in the top when time ran out. All in all, it's a fabulous feeling to step back, shake the dust from our gloves and see the makings of this beautiful house. Our home owner, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Zaminlonghusi</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">sp</span>?), was able to join us because he wasn't working. The joy and twinkling in his eyes was enough to change <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">anyones</span> world and put a smile on your face. You could tell with every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">shovelful</span> his future was changing, his heavy shoulders lifting with the growing hope of a new beginning.<br /><br />It is also amazing to be hosted by the woman around our house - they cook for us and sustain us as we build away. And each day there's a tea time! Greatest thing ever, the US so badly needs tea time it's not even funny. They've made us <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">faetcoks</span> (fat cakes) which are similar to doughnuts, but not quite as sweet and homemade bread with jam which is just delicious (and instant coffee is a huge hit over here, I'm not gonna lie, I really appreciate our ground coffee variety back home!!) The lunches are even better: Friday was this amazing curry-like sauce (not as spicy) over rice with chicken and pumpkin. Honestly melted in my mouth, the foreign flavors dancing and filling our souls with renewed energy. Saturday they made this traditional corn and bean dish, but the corn was different than U.S. corn - it reminded me of the texture of chickpeas mixed in with different types of beans and some kind of sauce and a chicken sausage. YUM, I tell ya what, YUM! So - our bellies always full of South African treats and our eyes swimming with the people, cultures, experiences, beauty. It's overwhelming and amazing all at once that I have to pause sometimes and look at the soil my feet stand on and say, "I'm in South Africa! I'm on an entirely different continent!"<br /><br />Back at Nerina and after dinner, we proceeded to hold a make-shift Talent Show with our house groups, I ended up singing "Joy to the World" by Three Dog Night with Lizaan and Pierre. A night full of laughter.<br /><br />Today is our "rest" day which means we're trying to accomplish all of our schoolwork along with some time to hang out with new South African friends and explore <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Stellenbosch</span>. Things are great, life is amazing and abundant. Hope all is the same wherever you are.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-4048138465049273798?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-25957278746361465142009-06-25T08:06:00.000-07:002009-06-25T08:22:50.231-07:00Rain, Rain Go Away!!Another rainy day in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stellenbosch</span>...which meant we weren't able to get anywhere with building which is frustrating, but tomorrow is looking better so we are all ready to get 3 days worth of work done tomorrow! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hoorah</span>!<br /><br />However, while in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mfuleni</span> we played with all the neighborhood children and took time to get to know each other. The children are all so precious and wonderful, they are fascinated by our cameras so we taught them how to take pictures and their huge smiles and giggles from taking pictures of one another and looking at themselves was adorable. Some of the community mothers from the township who live next door to where we are building cooked us the most delicious lunch - it was a vegetable and meat stew with homemade bread that just melted in your mouth! Everything is so hearty here...full of robust and definitely filling. I love getting to be a part of their community - they are all so wonderful and their strength astounds me, so resilient. No matter their conditions they are able to share and pour out love, we are so blessed to be with them.<br /><br />To combat the rain our afternoon activity included touring some of the local vineyards in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stellenbosch.</span> South Africa is actually the second leading exporter in wine! Something I never would have guessed. The vineyards were breathtaking - grape vines crawling up the hill sides, the architecture of the buildings to accommodate visitors and touring the wine cellars was an amazing experience. The beauty here is so contrasting - I've found so much beauty in the townships - people, building projects, glimpses of endurance, even their make-shift homes are ingenious, though hardly should be deemed livable and definitely not deserved. But they still hold a unique beauty - that of someones story. Behind those shacks are beautiful stories of coming together as a community and creating hope and support surrounding by tin and leaking roofs. Then the beauty of the country, green hills with rocky mountains engulfed in mist rise on all sides. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">architecture</span> and buildings are lovely and have such an elegant ambiance.<br /><br />I met a girl who lives in South Africa that traveled to Colorado and worked there for awhile at the ski lifts! She told me she'd been in Denver, Boulder, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Breckenridge</span> and Frisco...all my favorite places! It's amazing how the South African students know SO much about us - they rival us in American trivia! Plus they are all bi-lingual speaking English and Afrikaans with such ease. It's wonderful making friends from around the world.<br /><br />Tonight will be devoted to homework and paper writing as we've all fallen behind on our classwork with the excitement of Habitat. Hopefully tomorrow the forecast will hold and we will be able to get some progress going on these houses!! The families anxiously await a new beginning!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-2595727874636146514?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-52273040186746700642009-06-24T06:41:00.000-07:002009-06-24T07:00:34.793-07:00Traveling along...I am pretty sure today is Wednesday June 24th at 3:42pm which means if you are in Seattle it is Wed. June 24th at 6:42 in the morning (7:42 in CO). The days are flying by and I'm mixing them all together!<br /><br />Yesterday we ended our time in Cape Town (will return a day before our flight home in a few weeks). Re-packed all of our belongings and spent the morning downtown at the District 6 museum which is a fascinating place, our tour guide was full of information and recalled where he lived in District 6 before he was forced to relocate and see his home bulldozed. You can find out more about what happened <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/District_Six,_Cape_Town">here.</a><br /><br />Van packed to the brim, our sweet driver Desmond back to transport us we headed to Stellenbosch. The town itself is so quaint and adorable! It reminded me of the U-District, or Fort Collins, I suppose a college town is the same no matter where in the world you are! We moved our belongings into the dorm Nerina where we will stay for the next 8 days. They look much like our dorms except that there's no heating and it's a quite cold. Thanks to Nick for letting me borrow is SUPER warm sleeping bag!!<br /><br />We assembled with other students (mostly South Africans) who are here for the International Student Build (ISB) 2009. They split us up into different "house" groups as we will be building 6 different houses in the Mfuleni township about 20 minutes away. My house group is number 2 - our leader, Klaus, is a 3rd year here at the University of Stellenbosch (they are on winter break currently) and lives in Stellenbosch. There's a girl from Switzerland in our group, Bri and I are representing our American Washington group and the rest around from South Africa. There have been so many great conversations asking each other what life is like in each place. Turns out, 20 year old around the world do basically the same things! My favorite question:<br />"Is spring break really like they show it in the movies?"<br />Um, I hope not. And on that note - don't believe everything you see in Hangover either! (Though Vegas is a rather wild and crazy anomaly).<br /><br />Anyways, there were activities last night as we got to know each other. This morning at an all too early 6:45 wake up call we gathered and headed to the township. It's so exciting to see the tin shacks slowly being replaced by strong brick homes, Habitat does such an amazing thing, truly changing people's lives. Our site right now is a slab of concrete I believe 40 km square. (I think that's what they said...it's not very big and I'm not very good at conversions so don't ask me what that is in feet...) We spent some of the time clearing water from the foundation and moving building materials. We then started a brick passing line to get bricks piled and ready for assembling walls. I feel tougher already...hopefully I'll come back with some muscle!!<br /><br />Unfortunately, it's been raining a lot and we weren't able to continue building because the cement wouldn't settle right and it would be tragic to have to tear a house down because it wasn't stable. So, we must wait for better weather when we can do the job right -- please pray for sunshine!!!<br /><br />Friends are abundant and the Habitat leaders have plenty of activities for us (we learned how to drum last night) and a quiz night this evening. Stellenbosch is treating us well (I just wish it was a teency bit warmer...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-5227304018674670064?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-47649092842576647322009-06-22T11:04:00.001-07:002009-06-22T11:14:43.767-07:00Off to Stellanbach!A quick recap as my internet minutes are quickly passing!<br /><br />Last night we attended the Anglican Church service and listened to the choir sing Vivalde's "Gloria" which was beautiful. It was a really nice service in this beautiful stone cathedral.<br /><br />Today we visited Bahumelele (sp?) which is an orphanage in a township that was started by this amazing woman, Rosalie Mishale, whose story I will have to divulge later - truly inspiring. It was so heartbreaking to see the living conditions of the people in the township living in tin shacks - there were over a million people living in that particular township - packed in like sardines.<br /><br />We toured the orphanage and saw where all the children live and go to school and eat and even where those who are sick stay. It broke my heart, the children were so beautiful and sweet and just wanted love and have seen more pain and brokenness than imaginable. Babies are killed all the time, unwanted. The orphanage has a "drop box" where people can leave babies through a window in a cradle that the attendants check daily. An alternative to leaving them in trash cans...so tragic, these beautiful children as unwanted, as too much. Tears were abundant and the experience was overwhelming, but definitely a lasting impression. I didn't want to leave them. Seeing their faces and waving good-bye was so hard, their smiles so full of hope, but their eyes full of difficult moments they have to endure each and every day. So much more to say about this experience...<br /><br />Tomorrow we will visit the District 6 Museum and then rush to the buses as we are leaving Cape Town and heading to Stellanbach where we will work with Habitat for the next eight days. Being in the township today shows what an amazing help Habitat can be to families. Trading lean-to shacks for bricks, a HOME. There was a billboard on the way back from the orphanage that said "Building homes and building dignity." A real home, everyone deserves a home, shelter. Should be an eye-opening, amazing and challenging experience. Posts may be few as not sure of internet access.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-4764909284257664732?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-44913295823205906492009-06-20T05:21:00.000-07:002009-06-22T10:53:37.131-07:00South Africa Update<div>Adventures are plentiful here in South Africa, here's a brief recap of the last few days: </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>June 19 (Friday)</div><br /><div>An early rise and quick breakfast to sustain us on our trek from our hostel to downtown and the docks to catch a ferry to Robben Island. There was a bus tour around the island full of fascinating information about what the island has been used for since the 1500's, which was usually a place to sent the misfits. One of the main functions was to house those suffering from leprosy, then on and off as a small prison, at one point it's where the insane were shipped off to and then became the headquarters for prisoners - mostly those sentenced for 'political crimes' such as Nelson Mandela. We saw the limestone quarry where the prisoners were forced to work, we saw the large cannons built for defense in WWII but were ironically finished in 1947, they've never been fired. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>The bus tour finished as the prison where we met our tour guide - a previous inmate of the prison who arrived in 1986. The cells were so small and cramped and we were able to see where Nelson Mandela lived for so long. Even within the prison there was different rationing for white and black prisoners. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>June 20 (Saturday)</div><br /><div>We took an all day excursion out to Cape Point about 2 hours away. It was breathtaking to see the massive mountains and the rolling oceans. It is almost the most southern tip of Africa. The mountains towered above, the quaint towns were buzzing with the early morning commuters. Giant cliff-side mansions overlooked the ocean - it reminded me of Malibu, but then across the street would be a shantytown. Make-shift tin homes smashed together like a compacted trash can - smoke bubbled up from the rubble as tiny cook fires of hope and life shown among the shacks. I've never seen anything like it, and can't imagine living in those shacks when across the streets the glinting sun blinds them from the shiny glass windows of mansions. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Cape Point was beautiful, we lucked out on weather as it was just perfect and clear. The sky was a deep blue and the ocean rippled in the blending of the Atlantic and Indian. I hiked out to the far lighthouse and lookout and peered over the cliffs and back at the stunning landscape of the African terrain. We then hiked down to the beach (which "hike" doesn't even begin to describe the descent. It was steep and included many stairs and winding paths. The sand there is also different - it's not small granuals like the beaches I know, but teeny pieces of seashells all smashed and worn. Picking it up you could examine a handful of colorful and sparkly grains. The long trek back up the cliff wore me out as we drove on to Boulders Park where we got to see the penguins!! Such an oxymoron in Africa, but there they were! Cute as could be waddling on the beach and diving into the waves. We ended our day tour with a stop at one of Will's favorite bakeries for some treats. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>June 21 (Sunday) </div><br /><div>Today we took an excursion up to Table Mountain. Half of the group chose to hike up the 1,067 meters with our leaders. The other half, myself included, chose to spend our time in the leisurely sky tram that takes you up in a matter of minutes!! We started in the mist and thick fog until about half way up when there were random breaks and the cliffs would emerge on either side. The top was windy and below was thick with fog. I'm sure the view without the clouds would be amazing as you could see all of Cape Town, but I suppose the post card renditions will have to do because the fog continued to roll in until you could barely see the gift shop on top of the mountain! We studied and chatted in the cafe sipping out lattes and cups of tea waiting for the second half of the group to emerge from the mist. They made it in about two hours - I was impressed! </div><br /><div>The fog continued to roll in and we were all freezing so it was time to come down. The rest of the day will be devoted to uploading pictures, working on homework and a church service this evening! </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Oh, and I learned my first Afrikaans word: akidis (no idea if I'm spelling that right, pronounced ach-ih-dees and it means lizard! We saw plenty at Cape Point). </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-4491329582320590649?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-4819490165701915322009-06-18T12:05:00.000-07:002009-06-18T12:10:41.126-07:0020 hours later - we're here!I've arrived in South Africa and it's surreal. I don't feel like I've traveled half way around the world, all I know is I'm sleepy.<br /><br />We left Sea-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tac</span> airport at 6am and headed to Atlanta. From there we left Atlanta and flew to Dakar, Senegal. They have maps on the plane that track the progress and it was such a weird feeling to see Africa pop up on the map and see our little plane draw closer and closer to it's shore. We stayed on the plane for a few hours in Dakar and then took off for another 9 hour trek down the coast to Cape Town.<br /><br />That ride wasn't as agreeable with me as I spent most of the time after breakfast in the bathroom wishing I wasn't plane sick. But, I survived and we landed in Cape Town June 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> around 5pm. We caught a beautiful sunset that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">silhouetted</span> Table Mountain and palm trees. I also received my first stamp on my passport. I think I'm too tired tonight to realize that I'm in South Africa, that I'm on another continent, but I'm just thankful to have arrived.<br /><br />That's all for now, as my time is running out and my pillow looks awful comfy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-481949016570191532?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-76366081034796403592009-06-17T01:32:00.000-07:002009-06-17T01:39:30.648-07:00Countdown begins, T-Minus 2.5 hours.It is now 1:32.<br /><br />In 2 1/2 hours I leave for Sea-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tac</span> and a 20+ hour plane ride to South Africa.<br /><br />I am nervous and anxious, I've never done anything like this and don't know what to expect. I keep wondering about traveling, and what it will be like, what it will look like, who I'll meet. How hard will it be to live away from home? How will I deal with missing family and friends? The familiar? What will I learn? <span style="font-size:130%;">Am I completely insane??<br /></span><br />But I'm also bubbling with excitement. Because with all that anxiousness I'm also envisioning the adventures, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">kodak</span> moments, stories, memories, laughter, tears and experiences that will come back with me.<br /><br />Here goes a big giant step into the unknown...(<span style="font-size:78%;">and I feel rather small</span>).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-7636608103479640359?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-77276071981453870542009-06-08T19:23:00.000-07:002009-06-08T19:42:17.572-07:00dreaming in color<div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Now, where is the beach...</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/beach_time/set?.mid=embed&amp;id=9342112"><img width="400" alt="Beach Time" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9wdXJiNXhVM2hHc2RyU0N6R1dGYWcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Beach Time" height="400" border="0" /></a><br/><small><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/beach_time/set?.mid=embed&amp;id=9342112">Beach Time by <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;id=831793">bostrj</a> featuring <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/skechers_cali_shoes/shop?brand=Skechers+Cali&amp;category_id=41">Skechers Cali shoes</a></small></div><br /><br /><p></small><small><br /><div><small></a></small></div></small><br /><p></p><br /><p><small><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">(and who wants to take my finals for me?)</span><br /></p></small></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-7727607198145387054?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-18509215288738571222009-06-07T14:52:00.000-07:002009-06-07T15:43:56.142-07:00summer dreams<div align="center">This may be a week early, but the next nine days are going to be full of <span style="font-family:arial;">finals</span>, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">studying,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Nick's family coming to visit</span>, <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">graduation</span> and <span style="font-family:courier new;">packing</span>!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Summer is sooooo close, I can taste it, feel it, smell it, but it's <em>just</em> out of reach.</strong> Thursday I will hand in my last final and the fetters of this insane quarter will fall and adventures will begin. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">First Adventure:</span></em> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344716402083801122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/Siw_QAtoqCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Ou7lJhPEYIQ/s200/20090227123715.jpg" /><br />South Africa.<br />~4weeks of traveling, studying, working with Habitat and simply living in another country!<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Second Adventure:</span></em><br />Traveling home and <em>resting,</em> <span style="font-family:courier new;">catching up with friends</span><em>,</em> <span style="font-family:verdana;">spending time with family</span>...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344716542687984882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/Siw_YMgSPPI/AAAAAAAAA74/goqU9Ca3Vbc/s200/20090310010017.jpg" /><br /><br />...catching up on reading, my book list is out of control and I'm yearning for late nights enraptured in a story, gripped by twists and turns in the plot my fingers hungry to turn the pages just because I want to. Not because it's assigned, no essays no tests, just me and my books. Here's a peek at my list:<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/House-Sugar-Beach-African-Childhood/dp/0743266250/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244413591&amp;sr=8-1">The House at Sugar Beach</a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/World-Without-End-Ken-Follett/dp/045122499X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244413642&amp;sr=1-1">World Without End </a><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Angels-Demons-Movie-Tie-Novel/dp/1416580824/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244413681&amp;sr=1-1">Angels and Demons</a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344716846017892434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/Siw_p2fxUFI/AAAAAAAAA8I/8cOkhj2l1rE/s200/20090503033923.jpg" /> and many many more...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">...and lots and lots of afternoon naps in the sunshine. I'm yawning just thinking about it.</span></em> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344716714208093266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/Siw_iLd3ZFI/AAAAAAAAA8A/5hoWg8MZMcQ/s200/20090429164136.jpg" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">pictures found on </span><a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.weheartit.com</span></a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-1850921528873857122?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-18507596747368125822009-06-04T14:25:00.001-07:002009-06-04T14:51:24.940-07:00Sunny dazeThe weather around here has finally decided to woo us with warmth and sunshine and I can't help but smile bigger....here's a few of my favorites about the dawning of summertime:<br /><br />1. smell of freshly mowed lawns and BBQs<br />2. the emergence of skirts, sundresses, shorts, colors and overall cuteness<br />3. sitting by the canal watching all the boats (and geese and ducks)<br />4. not having to lug around a jacket<br />5. falling asleep to the whir and cool breeze of a fan<br />6. the overwhelming feeling of laziness...calm...warmth that comes with lovely weather<br />7. ice cream and Popsicles are newly discovered...who knew they could be so <em>refreshing??</em><br />8. the excitement in the air...it means school is <strong>almost</strong> done -- adventures are coming!<br />9. the flowers are just exploding and it's overwhelmingly beautiful<br />10. flip flops! my toes can once again peek at the world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-1850759674736812582?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-38154863380164636212009-05-31T21:51:00.000-07:002009-05-31T21:59:02.180-07:00Let's play the numbers game...Since Friday at 11am:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">5</span> papers written<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">27</span> pages total<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">21</span> hours spent in Library/Tully's writing<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1 </span>Active Program finished<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">1</span> presentation, <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">1</span>paper and <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">2</span> finals to go.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>Exhauasted is an understatement and I don't think I'm going to make it to the end of this quarter...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-3815486338016463621?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-57328654907864630722009-05-26T17:03:00.001-07:002009-05-26T17:06:16.464-07:00An epiphany<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>College</strong></span>,<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I am convinced, </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> is paying <em>thousands upon thousands</em> for</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>self-inflicted torture. </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-5732865490786463072?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-45133014243988942082009-05-26T10:45:00.000-07:002009-05-26T10:52:26.431-07:00You don't scare me<div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">Dear</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><em>Tuesday,</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"></span></em> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340191751160375154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShwsGqhip3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/kJE0S5FA-vg/s400/clip_image001.jpg" /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Love,</span> </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;">Me.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-4513301424398894208?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-19867270222017136422009-05-25T15:13:00.001-07:002009-05-25T15:13:41.655-07:00Boots On...Cutest Kid Ever!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Y5zlf2cxj98' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Y5zlf2cxj98'/></object></p><p>This has got to be the cutest kid ever...<br /><br />And the best part, Randy Houser got ahold of this video and decided to make it a part of his music video which you can check out here: http://www.contactmusic.com/videos.nsf/stream/randy-houser-boots-on<br /><br />Well, the sun is shining and I'm going out with my 'boots' on. <br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-1986727022201713642?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-77839113613945243032009-05-20T23:48:00.000-07:002009-05-22T00:08:44.446-07:00Happy Birthday Brie Bear!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Dear Brie,</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">H</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">a</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">p</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">p</span><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y</span></strong> <span style="font-family:verdana;">B</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>i</em></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">r</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">t</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>h</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">d</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">a</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">y</span>!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Today is the day that I get to celebrate YOU! Because you were born today and for that, I am so thankful. Sixth Ashton would have been so dull without your energy and enthusiasm for life. You taught me to take risks and have fun - because so much time is wasted on second-guessing. Your support and encouragement has meant <u>so</u> much to me. Thanks for always believing in me.<br /></div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538279332881266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShZMR792I3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/K-ruBNm3ZsU/s200/IMGP1108.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537102849901250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShZLNdOcgsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/VflIgVzql-E/s200/DSCF8038.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">You were so willing to welcome me to this crazy place called SPU and my years here have been colorful ever since. Whether it was stealing your bed, locking you out or adventures with Herbert you showed me how to love life and always keep my head up. Thanks for sharing your wisdom!</span> </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338538563133196642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShZMidNHSWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/rJMF4AbFyX4/s200/PB040208.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338536853117762226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShZK-65qerI/AAAAAAAAA6o/g7_1UeWXBNc/s200/P4111180.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">You are the most determined and strong-willed woman I know and that is something I have always admired. I know that anything you set your heart to is achievable and worth the effort - you have such big dreams and goals and I can't wait to watch you make them happen. Thanks for inspiring me!<br /></p></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537451648464066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShZLhwmgNMI/AAAAAAAAA64/WM688P1qgpo/s200/LunarActive+Concert2.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Most of all, being around you just fills me up with joy. Our laughter never ends, even when there's tears. Adventures seem to follow us and you bring spontaneity and excitement to the everyday routine. From our duck collection to crazy picture taking to eating ice cream and laying on the beach...your my best friend and I'd be lost without you! Thanks for always being there!<br /></p></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537668292779074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/ShZLuXqiHEI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yYK1F1Z7Tgk/s200/2007-06-02-6thEastAshtonPhotographyByScottSwanson+120.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Love,<br />J-Bean</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-7783911361394524303?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-40709272560212474312009-05-18T12:47:00.001-07:002009-05-18T12:47:26.303-07:00It's Coming!!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/96QRVfto7OM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/96QRVfto7OM'/></object></p><p>58 days and counting...(more or less, they seem to be playing hot potato with the release date) <br /><br />I CAN'T WAIT!!<br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-4070927256021247431?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-26693862487151128232009-05-17T23:26:00.000-07:002009-05-17T23:54:59.590-07:00Sun therapy<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>I</strong></span> am now obsessed with this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTaPVlyEQc8">music video</a>...what girl hasn't screamed this song at one time?<br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong><3</strong></span> all the sunshine this weekend<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">W</span>e sat in the sun Saturday and watched the boats sail by<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">E</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ating</span> with friends at Olive Garden...bread sticks <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">yummm</span>!<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">E</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ventually</span> saw Star Trek after theater-hunting [so good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">btw</span>]<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">K</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ept</span> trying on clothes *ahem* with Brie at Target...a few wardrobe troubles...<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">E</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">nded</span> with Survivor finale...which, I was quite satisfied with, I might add.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">N</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">othing</span> better than a girl's night in watching a chick flick and painting our nails.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">D</span><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">oodled</span> on Nick's feet...he's so patient.<br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">S</span>at outside The Teacup sipping "Walk in the Park" tea, catching up with lovely Laura. <br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">How did you spend yours?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-2669386248715112823?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-70988596393836056342009-05-13T14:42:00.000-07:002009-05-13T15:11:50.765-07:00The time has come...After much deliberation and thought and asking of opinions I finally decided to cut my hair.<br />For one, it was quite long and it's been left to grow since I came to college. But I liked it long, it had been a while since I'd had longer hair. And I was enjoying it. <br /><br />But then it kept getting in the way, and being zipped in my jacked, and caught in everything (including seat belts and car doors grabbing and tugging) driving me crazy and it just simply had to go. I was also inspired by <a href="http://laveedoonfee.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-coiffing.html">Greta's blog </a>about cutting hair and her great reminder that, it is just hair. And, surprise, it will grow back if you positively can't stand the new do!<br /><br />So, appointment booked and nervous to see my locks go, I entered <a href="http://www.7salon.com/">7 Salon </a>, which is an experience in itself! This salon is not just any salon, it doesn't smell like a salon, nor look like one: it's huge and chic. They hand you a robe to change into, give complimentary drinks (want a latte? No problem, their in-house barista would love to whip something up for you!) Not to mention they have their own D.J.<br /><br />So, 12 inches later, I feel <em>fresh</em>. Like this is just what I needed. Indeed, hair is just hair and it will grow again - but I feel so <span style="font-family:verdana;">energized</span> now. Like I needed that big change to get things rolling again. (And the pampering at the salon wasn't so bad either!)<br /><br /><div align="center">Before! </div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgtBj-bWwNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/i7KDDiCi1Pg/s1600-h/take2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335430269859446994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgtBj-bWwNI/AAAAAAAAA6g/i7KDDiCi1Pg/s200/take2.JPG" /></a> After they cut off the ponytails! (<a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/)">http://www.locksoflove.org/)</a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335429901270658370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgtBOhU8LUI/AAAAAAAAA6I/dhHyRnzoHvE/s200/mini2.JPG" />Ta-Da!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgtBdQ0stXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-uPpuB1vFmM/s1600-h/taketwo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335430154538497394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgtBdQ0stXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-uPpuB1vFmM/s200/taketwo.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-7098859639383605634?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-55438517247886464302009-05-12T14:13:00.000-07:002009-05-12T14:44:50.439-07:00O Happy Day<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Happy:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> delighted, pleased, or glad; characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy.</span> </div><br />1. A cup of tea and a good book<br />2. Singing along to favorite songs<br />3. Organizing<br />4. Dipping my toes in the ocean<br />5. Laughter that makes my stomach hurt and tears pour<br />6. Falling asleep to the sound of rain<br />7. Finding something you thought was lost forever<br />8. A good Monte Cristo<br />9. Road trips - windows down, hand out, sunglasses on, singing our favorite songs<br />10. Looking at art, pictures, photography - I get lost in them.<br /><br />Inspired by <a href="http://nosmalldreams-allie.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-makes-you-terribly-happy.html">Allie's</a> question: What makes <em>you</em> terribly <span style="font-family:courier new;">happy</span>?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-5543851724788646430?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-12959084012444637242009-05-10T18:52:00.000-07:002009-05-10T19:45:36.220-07:00White Magic<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jasmine.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The gentle, subtle smell of <em>sweetness</em>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love it.</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeL3xPpPcI/AAAAAAAAA54/JxuikH5Unho/s1600-h/1066372017023_jasmine_orange1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334386073871662530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeL3xPpPcI/AAAAAAAAA54/JxuikH5Unho/s320/1066372017023_jasmine_orange1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The Jasmine flower only opens at<strong> night</strong>, and tightly closes before sleepy eyes squint at the morning sunshine drawing them into day. A midnight walk turns into a delightful dance of the sense. Secret pockets of aroma overwhelm - their white faces peering out into the dark. </span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeLwCU3sKI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iBg_gZfBB_o/s1600-h/20090122144515.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334385941018030242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeLwCU3sKI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iBg_gZfBB_o/s320/20090122144515.jpg" /></a><br /> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Jasmine <strong>calms</strong> the emotions, it revitalizes and restores the balance of energy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">In China, it's seen as a symbol of feminine <em>sweetness</em> and <em>beauty</em>. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Deep affection</span>, <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">happiness</span>, <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">elegance</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeLp_Nxu5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/JBdbZbAn5gg/s1600-h/20090428000849.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334385837103758226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeLp_Nxu5I/AAAAAAAAA5o/JBdbZbAn5gg/s320/20090428000849.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">It's sweet breathe encourages</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>confidence</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">optimism</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>euphoria</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">cheerfulness</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeLi6SvLVI/AAAAAAAAA5g/McuIBChKzCE/s1600-h/20090422184914.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334385715523300690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgeLi6SvLVI/AAAAAAAAA5g/McuIBChKzCE/s320/20090422184914.jpg" /></a> <div></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">"Twas midnight-through the lattice wreath'd with woodbine,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">many a perfume breath'd from plants that wake while other sleep,<br />From timid jasmine buds, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">that keep their odour to themselves all day, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">but when the sunshine dies away, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about." </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">- Taken from Lalla Rookh by Thomas Moore -</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">pictures via <a href="http://www.weheartit.com/">www.weheartit.com</a> </span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-1295908401244463724?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-77586816961516929562009-05-06T22:15:00.001-07:002009-05-06T22:23:23.170-07:00Not doing my homework...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Latest obsession...<br />...looking up things I can't afford.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">They're shiny, enjoy.</span> </span></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgJvMt7E1XI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZdNQY5bVJi8/s1600-h/group50b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332947173036578162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgJvMt7E1XI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ZdNQY5bVJi8/s320/group50b.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgJvBZCvsfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/b4mALWu37KE/s1600-h/group34c.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332946978453041650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgJvBZCvsfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/b4mALWu37KE/s320/group34c.jpg" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332946858626609010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgJu6ap5b3I/AAAAAAAAA5A/zIuMDvjs_Rw/s320/group21b.jpg" /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332946727722040914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SgJuyy_0PlI/AAAAAAAAA44/MkRTKY2H6aU/s320/group13a.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">via Lia Sophia Spring/Summer 2009 Collection </span><a href="http://www.liasophia.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">www.liasophia.com</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-7758681696151692956?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-76481741444169741472009-05-03T16:00:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:04:09.123-07:00<a href="http://rhaplinks.real.com/rhaplink?rhapid=5960038&amp;type=playlist&amp;title=Playlist&amp;from=real">http://rhaplinks.real.com/rhaplink?rhapid=5960038&amp;type=<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">playlist</span>&amp;title=<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Playlist</span>&amp;from=real</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuz</span> I'm flat on the floor</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>with my head down low</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>where the sky can't rain on me anymore</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>don't knock on my door, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuz</span> i won't come</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I'm hiding from the storm, til the damage gets done"</em></span></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gah</span>, I hate this quarter.</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-7648174144416974147?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7184012520191492616.post-50931194058098058032009-04-26T21:07:00.000-07:002009-04-26T21:57:49.225-07:00just a dream...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;">I wish I could to fly today.<br />I wish I had wings.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SfU4mm3-wCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aLAb3a9JMaw/s1600-h/20090223054621.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329227969984380962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SfU4mm3-wCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/aLAb3a9JMaw/s320/20090223054621.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Do you ever wonder about magic? About the deepest and most silent depth of the forest and the magic it must hold. Do you ever wish you could see a faerie? What little girl doesn't wish she were a faerie? Glittering wings, porcelain faces with devious grins. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SfU4hX4rfyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Bs6A8DDc5MU/s1600-h/20081013131837.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329227880061435682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SfU4hX4rfyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Bs6A8DDc5MU/s320/20081013131837.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> "Once upon a sundrenched day, we sat beneath a willow tree and with the breeze wrestling through the swaying leaves we held hands with the earth and sky. ~Flavia</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SfU4cgXZ5eI/AAAAAAAAA4g/JJ-9bo-QO58/s1600-h/20080613044958.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329227796438443490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEx3ELxMFfI/SfU4cgXZ5eI/AAAAAAAAA4g/JJ-9bo-QO58/s320/20080613044958.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7184012520191492616-5093119405809805803?l=thewishingwell9.blogspot.com'/></div>A candle in the Windhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13163615600177954637noreply@blogger.com0