01 September 2011

Photos!

After that heavy essay, I wanted to post a few pictures from recent months. Many of you who read this may already have seen some or all of these on Facebook, but I post them anyway for those who haven't. Unfortunately, I am not the most expert at technology and accidentally uploaded these in chronological reverse order.


Mater, our tabby kitten. In a past life she was a circus-cat.

My goddaughter, Jasmine, "pushing" me on her toy truck at her first birthday party last weekend.

Taffy, our two year-old tabby mix who had a past life as a tiger.

Heading out to Alabama to meet up with our dear friend, Laura! Me and Amelia. One of the best and longest time Friends that I have.

Graduation from UIC on Mother's Day, 2011.

"Into the wardrobe"...this is the wardrobe from C.S. Lewis' home where Narnia was written. It is housed at the Wade Center in Wheaton, Illinois. I never found Mr. Tumnus.

Many of the TA's that I worked with and became friends with last year. From L to R: Jeff, Chelsea, Jared, me and Heather.

Where I spent the past two academic years. I remember seeing this sign for the first time at the end of February in my senior year at Whitworth and thinking it was one of the coolest things ever.


Rereading the "greatest fantasy epic of our time" and other musings

Last week (around the time of my last post, which I had hoped to expand upon sooner than now), I began to reread The Lord of the Rings. While I was in Washington for several weeks in July/August, I had gotten through over half of the Harry Potter series, but have been prematurely stopped by the underwhelming amount of copies available here at the Columbus libraries. (I have a hold for the next one, but am 4th on the list...) So, having just received my copies of the tried, true, and ever-loved trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien in a package I'd sent myself from WA, I figured time was of the essence for a second (or perhaps it's closer to a fourth, my dad having first read them to me almost 20 years ago!) read. In any case, I have been quite well-rewarded, as would anyone have been. While in undergrad, I took entire courses on both Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, both of which greatly increased my enthusiasm and background knowledge of the authors, their works, and their friendship. Not incidentally, Friendship is very possibly the major theme in both of these literary geniuses' (and good friends) writings. Hopefully, for those of you who hold these books and individuals highly esteemed, I have not just hypothetically stuck my foot in my mouth. Many have and continue to analyze and review both LOTR and Narnia, but that theme is undeniable. It does seem to "compete" with the themes of Light & Darkness/Good & Evil/"Black & White", but at the same time those themes complement one another in a way that can only be described as ethereal - Elves, talking lions, Hobbits, or not.

Why am I bothering to type out all of my personal reactions on these themes, you probably wonder. Well, the truth is, that with the news and the world in the state that they seem to be today, even a "quick" viewing of the LOTR films (I emphasize the quotations on "quick", as the full running time of all three films happens to be well over 6 hours...and that is before you take on the extended versions.) would greatly benefit most people in "leadership" or "power" today. I do not aim to make light of our government or the responsibility and stress that are faced each day by these individuals, but I doubt I will be the only one to assert the opinion that our government today is a far cry from those who founded its entire existence a mere 235 years ago. But I won't go into that, for I know much less than I should and wish solely to explain why I think Tolkien and Lewis remain shockingly relevant today. Both men lived and were involved in The Great War, WWI, and lost many friends and acquaintances. I mean no disrespect to the victims of PTSD today, but that war left none safe from the horrors of death, disease, starvation and loss. I believe that the intense sadness that each soldier was subject to (whether he chose to become numb to it or not) at that time is manifest ten- or even one hundred-fold in both epic series. The longing for a life that has been lost - whether a single life of one person or an entire way of life that has now been literally blown to pieces - is not pushed aside, as we so often seem to be encouraged to do today. It is, on the contrary, verily encouraged and even celebrated in certain instances. For Tolkien and Lewis, this longing signifies that was has been lost is something to be celebrated and above all remembered. Traditions are held highly in Middle Earth and Narnia; tales of old are told in minute detail and descendants are recognized many generations down of those great people who shaped the history of those places. And yet, the characters in these books are always drawn with two sides: the side to which I have just alluded, that is the impressive and awe-inspiring side of each, but also the "ordinary" side. Of course, many would scoff at my use of that word to describe any character of the two authors' creation, but I hope you see what I am trying to say. The Elves, the Dwarves, Gandalf and the Wizards: they all have a history and they all have lives of their own. Naturally we rarely see even glimpses of those lives, as they are, by the time we meet them, all involved in a quest to preserve any and all good things in their worlds. But the fact of the matter is that this Longing is always celebrated through the telling of Histories and the joy got from Friendship. Not Facebook friendship, for that is in this context simply a mockery of True Friendship. In LOTR, in Narnia, the characters bare themselves to one another. Granted, many times this is out of necessity for a cause, but oftentimes it is simply a result of a deep trust and need to share Life. The characters have hopes and dreams, many of which the reader sees crack and sometimes be shattered. As I read the first chapters, a passage struck me particularly, and one which has inspired much of my pondering on these themes the past week. It is when Frodo and his three friends have at last set out from Hobbiton, having heard no news from Gandalf despite his promise to come to travel with them. They meet very luckily with a traveling group of the Elves, having been followed for several days by the Nine Black Riders of Mordor, who seek Frodo and the Ring he carries. Gildor, a great Elf and the leader of this particular group who comes upon the Hobbits, speaks with Frodo of things they both fear, but of which he knows much more than the Hobbit. Frodo's quest is still far from entirely known to him, and he still hopes to one day return to his home in the Shire, though he feels in his heart that it will not be so. He expresses to Gildor his dismay that the Shire be one day taken over by something other than Hobbits, for to him they have always been there and should always be.

'But it is not your own Shire,' said Gildor. 'Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you; you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.'
'I know - and yet it has always seemed so safe and familiar. What can I do now?'

Perhaps my words begin to get hard to follow. The thing that jumps out at me in these books is not the astonishing descriptions, the whole worlds and histories (and languages, in Tolkien's case) that these authors have created. It is the value which is given to honor, integrity, truth and Friendship. Friends are not just people who indulge you by listening to you brag about this or that or the other thing. They are those who walk alongside you as you travel Life's path. Whether you are a Christian or not, you cannot deny man's intrinsic need for others. Thoreau and Descartes may have been able to seclude themselves from society and turn out philosophical writings and hypotheses which shaped the entire world around them (whether immediately or posthumously, or both), but the Everyman needs Friendship. I truly believe that, when one chooses to fill his or her life not with true Friends, but with acquaintances that will help him or her get where they want to and advance in whatever field or arena they work or play in, a potentially fatal risk is taken. Perhaps it is not fatal to the physical life of that individual. But it is quite possibly fatal to their humanity, to their honor, to their integrity. I truly believe that Jesus Christ was, is and will ever be the sole man who could walk this earth at times completely and utterly alone and come out safely. And He happened to also be God, so that rules out pretty much everyone else. What I mean to say is: we have forgotten what Friendship is along with all of the other things we have pushed aside in the pursuit of fame, money and beauty. How is the term "Frenemy" even possible in any world? Why must we be so quick to ridicule men who are closer than brothers, assuming they are gay (and, thus, exposing our opinions of those who actually are, though they be but fallen human beings like ourselves)? I simply do not understand it. My last post spoke of my recent anxiety and lessons about friendship. What I write today will hopefully help you understand why my solitude (not 100%, as I have managed to snag and marry one of the most amazing men walking the earth today!) here so concerns me. How do I maintain Friends, and true Friendship, when all those that I hold dearest are so far away?

23 August 2011

My quarterly update (more like biyearly...)

A year ago I was embarking on my second year of graduate school and anxiously anticipating Michael's return. Today I am enjoying a lazy morning getting ready to go celebrate my goddaughter's first birthday at her daycare and reflecting on the year that has passed. Being out of school and not teaching anymore should hypothetically leave me oodles of free time to organize my life and find a fab job, but the past week is really the farthest I've gotten on that! I got back a week ago from a month-long trip home to Washington, and it was only getting back from that that I really felt like I'd had "vacation", thus making me feel at liberty to seek out my new occupation. I say "occupation", because at this time I am really mainly seeking something to do just that (albeit in a more-than-mundane way!) - "occupy" my time. I also have become accutely aware that, despite my ambitions of being a wildly independent woman who has no trouble moving from place to place and being constantly uprooted (read = leaving amazing friends behind at every turn...)...I am, in fact, very much in dire need of human contact. Michael's and my latest additions, two cats, have been very entertaining and do help me feel a bit less alone in the apartment until he gets home, but even his company doesn't satisfy my desire for "girl talk" sometimes. He does do his very best to indulge that, but let's face it, it shouldn't be a requirement of his "job description" as a husband, though many wives do still expect that of theirs. So, I digress back to my "occupation" quest. I've put a couple irons in that fire and will hopefully hear back sooner than later. In the meantime, I am going to focus on getting a firm budget in place and keeping in touch with those I count dearest.

My first few months back in Columbus were fraught with realizations that shook me up, despite the fact that I had expected that such a thing might very well happen! It's a bit irritating when you do know your tendencies but then realize that you don't actually know yourself as you would like. That being said, I don't think it's God's will for us to ever get to a point where we fully "know" ourselves, because that is one of His everyday miracles: revealing us to ourselves through Himself. (He is always about sentences that you have to read and reread because of the presence of so many darned similar pronouns/nouns, I have found.) And so I blundered through various daily struggles, many of which left me wondering why my friends didn't call or write or email. Out of these many moments, I had a bit of an epiphany: was I calling, writing, or emailing THEM? Well, yes AND no, but for the most part I spend most of the time that I could have been doing that wishing my friends were getting in touch with me. Oh, humans. Such little minds we have, and so SO slow to learn and even slower to change! Friendship will never be a one-way street. At times, there are stretches of one-way, but never should it continue. We all have moments of need that prevent us from meeting in the middle at the yellow line, but the fact of the matter is, keep in touch with someone if you'd like them to keep in touch with you. This isn't a sermon to make anyone feel bad, it's just what I believe and was not living out! One goal that I came up with while in Washington the past weeks was to do my part in keeping in touch, because even if you can't fit all the visits in, a little note or a call can literally make someone's day. If someone calls me and only has the time to say "Hi, I'm thinking of you", that means the world to me. They could have just as easily said to themselves, "I don't have time to have a 30-minute conversation, so I'll just Facebook her to say hi." Hearing someone's voice or seeing their handwriting and knowing they took the time to get out or choose a card and mail it seem to be luxuries today. So I'm going to try to be better, because it's the least I can do!

For now, I must go, but more of my recent musings will be forthcoming, maybe even later this afternoon! (I can dream, right?)

24 January 2011

2011 has arrived


Johnson family on Christmas Day.

Burgess family on Christmas Eve.

Burgess family jr. the week before Christmas.

Bonjour à tous!

Unfortunately, my blogging is only getting less frequent, so I'm sure what few readers I had have since found another, more interesting and more updated individual's live-journal. However, I am currently enjoying a glass of wine when I should be reading (not a minute goes by when I can't say to myself "I should be reading"...even if I already AM reading!) and so I have decided to finally update this thing!

In just three and a half months, Lord willing and my brain withstanding, I will have a Master's in French from the University of Illinois at Chicago. I will be living WITH my husband in Georgia, where we will have just shy of two years to finally settle into a more domesticated life, before... Who knows what! During that interval, I hope to recharge a bit after over 20 years of schooling. How that will happen exactly, I am not completely certain, but one of my ideas recently has been to write a book about Michael's and my last 4.5-5 year journey. Collectively, we have been to war twice, [will have] graduated twice, studied abroad once, moved three times in various capacities, and been married! I don't know if I'll be successful, but I'm hoping, with perhaps a bit of dramatization (we were blessed to have a less tumultuous relationship than Noah and Allie), so give James Patterson a run for his "The Notebook" money. Maybe an indie film crew will even pick up our story for a film. If I don't write a book for cathartic emotional relief, I will certainly be spending lots of time with my goddaughter, Jasmine, and look for translation and/or short-term teaching work for French. In Georgia, I think I will be a bit less "common" as a language commodity, and while French isn't necessarily the #1 second language down there, there are several large companies who call it their home, so we'll see what happens.

In the meantime, I have to annotate approximately 12 primary texts (i.e. novels from various periods of French literature) and finish annotating about 35 secondary texts (these are articles, chapters, books that are mainly literary criticism focusing on a single work or theme which pertains to one of my three exam topics), write two exams, and sit one oral exam. Oh, did I mention the two regular classes and teaching one section of French 104? Not to be too overdramatic, but it is quite a bit to chew on this semester. The annotating has started off well, though, and I have just shy of five weeks to complete those. After submitting that information, I have about a month to review and reread before the first exam on March 28th. Spring Break is the week directly before the first exam, so I will spend it in GA reading and studying during the day, and resting and enjoying time with Michael in the evening when he gets home from work. Until May, we will see each other just about once a month, which will be a nice consistency considering the amount of work I have in the next 14 weeks (not that I'm counting!). He's also studying to go to the promotion board sometime in February or March, so luckily I'm not the only one who is busy.

For most of the summer and through the fall, I had stopped attending Willow Creek church here in Chicago. A couple of weeks ago, I resumed going and am so thankful for the weekly fellowship. I only know a few people there (and the Chicago campus alone is about 1,000 attendees!), but the consistency and short time of escape from "real world life" each week restores me to face another 7 days. I've also been committing a time to God each Saturday, either in the morning or after lunch, so spend time in prayer, writing, and reading the Bible. I find that, while I have little energy during the week to pray a full list of individual peoples' needs without drifting off to sleep, it is very important to have a specific time devoted to that, no matter if it is structured or not.

The winter is holding fast here in the Windy City. Last Friday we had a low of -1, which "felt like" -18. I've never been in cold like that before, and I truly hope that I never will be again. Unfortunately, anything under 40 seems to feel relative here, where the wind really is brutal and unrelenting. I'm blessed to live so close to the lake when it is 60 degrees and sunny and I have nothing to do but to go for a walk or a run, but right now I'm wishing I lived in a forest somewhere! However, that being said, I am blessed to have a roof over my head, warm clothes to wear and the funds to pay for heat and food.

It's time that I go get ready for bed and some reading before heading to sleep. May this find you and yours safe, sound, and thankful to be together.

Que Dieu vous bénisse!

18 October 2010

Summer, Fall...Homecoming!

It has been a LONG time since I've updated anything on here! Unfortunately, I don't even have time to do it now, but thought I would at least post a picture from Michael's arrival home from Iraq on September 30th. We had an amazing 5 days together getting our car, apartment, and life back together in Georgia before I jetted back up to Chi-town to get back to work and school. It's hard to believe that in just 7 months I will have my Master's degree in French! In retrospect, it has gone really quickly. In the day-to-day, not so much, but we are thankful for the lessons we have learned and the obstacles that are making us stronger individually and in our marriage. That being said, I am certainly looking forward to just bumming around the house for at least a couple of weeks when I get home to Georgia in May!

Hopefully, I'll be able to give a more in-depth update sometime soon. Until then, here's our most recent milestone...