I must say, Livejournal is impressing me. It has changed a lot since I last seriously used it as a blogging tool. There are many new, cool features to play around with. I especially like the new templates/layouts they have. I am using one called “mint chocolate chip” which actually matches my new shower curtains (I can’t believe I spent $96 on shower curtains…yikes!). I am also using a desktop publishing client for Mac OS X right now which also seems pretty darn cool.

I am settling in nicely. However, since this is my third post today, I really don’ t have much to say. I have saturated my experiences for now. there’s a couple things I would like to mention though.

I walked to the university today. As expected, it felt wonderful to walk through the snow, and see the beautiful white of the world. The cool air on my face inspired me. I find my spirituality spikes when the weather is cool. Whether it is summer or winter, when a storm comes in and the temperature drops–I feel more in tune with nature, and I feel more inspired to work on spirituality.

I have been feeling decidedly mundane lately (I love using that word due to it’s controversial nature within Spira). Life has been about moving, organizing, analyzing, assessing. Today, it felt like I let go of the mundane and allowed spirituality to take over. However, when I started studying for a midterm later, and realized how behind I was, spirituality slipped away, and in came the mundane.

And yes, I know there’s spirituality in everything, but I use the words mundane and spiritual to differentiate between intent.

So, I picked up the first part of our community project. We received a B+, and we are angry. We are ten A students, put in a group, working to the brink of exhaustion putting together our best work to date–to get anything less than a A is devastating! We have reviewed the report and critique, and have excellent grounds for appeal.

OK, I promise, I will stop posting today. As I mentioned, the whether is my muse. I feel like opening plank pages and writing forever! I rarely ever write this prolifically.

maybe I’ll get out my poetry book and start writing.