Two of the better friends I’ve made here are devout Christians, one of whom tries to convert me; the other does not but glows brightly with her faith. She and I have a ridiculous amount of beliefs, ideas, and experiences in common– but rest on opposite sides of the political spectrum thanks to her faith and the stances that come with it. Talking with her at dinner, our conversation was full of “Exactly!”s and finishing one another’s sentences. Dichotomy. Another in my hall smiles brightly after I hug her in welcome after seeing her for the first time since winter break’s ended; she comments that it’s nice to see my Celtic knot in the hallway again.
I love religious ambiguity. It truly does let me accept everything more. I have faith in beliefs, but none at all in the power of any single one.
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Now is not the time to be distracted, but life is just nothing but good– as long as you ignore the little decimal number that is my prospective GPA.
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after late breakfast–
All that glitters is not gold– nor is it jewels. The shifting sunlight, changed every few moments by the clouds racing across the sky, driven by a sudden and merciless (happy) wind– it reflects dazzlingly off of the ring on my finger, an intricately metalworked band reminiscent of other worlds and kissing cousin to my knot pendant. I’ve taken to wearing it more often when I previously never did.
The tip sweeps outward, and I think of a claddagh ring. The ring is on my left index, and so would mean nothing to the viewer. I can’t ascribe that meaning to this ring, because something tells me I am unlikely to turn this ring inward, and if that reflects my future– that, I don’t know, and don’t need to ponder.
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early afternoon–
I was doing a very good job of loving life. And then I saw the summer photos an old flame of mine (if mindless high school dalliances can be counted as such) posted, vacationing in South America, arms wrapped around the girl who was a point of contention way back when anyway.
I am not bitter. I am slightly jealous. I also have better things to be doing. Go!
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January 9, 2008 at 6:46 pm
alice
My dear friend,
You are beautiful. I can tell from your writing alone.
Of course, I may just be biased from the start.
Don’t worry about the ring thing. There’s a timing for everything in life. There’s a purpose for every state, every phase, every circumstance. So for now, just make good use of whatever that may be. I’m sure you’ll be just fine wherever or however you find yourself.
Love,
Alice
January 9, 2008 at 8:09 pm
Freddie Sirmans
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