It's a rainy day in southern California, a luxury we rarely come upon. After biking to class this morning, I tried to hide in the library to see if the rain would stop, and eventually, I had to pony up, button my sweater and bike back home in a flurry of shivers. But after changing into dry clothes, making a pot of tea, turning on some lovely rainy-day tunes to accompany the pitter-patter of the rain, and reading a little something, I am comfortably sitting here writing on my blog--what a strange word. I always find myself embarrassed to say it aloud. I like where it came from: a web log. It's like we are all posting our log entries onto a huge web for the general use of spiders everywhere. And while it is a tad embarrassing, the connection and sharing of delights outweighs my discomfort with the word.

Onwards.

I am continually finding myself in an odd state of in-betweenness, and I think I might have an idea for the reason behind this feeling of flux, but it is still brewing and not nearly finished, but I might mention it later. I feel enveloped in this world of in-betweenness in my mind with beliefs about God, humanity, the earth. I feel locked between decisions about what I will be doing this summer, what I will be doing in the fall, and even after that. I have changed my focus of study in school, and I never seem to be sure of decisions. There is little comfort in not knowing. And I don't mind be tossed about with the wind and waves; I understand that happens, but there is this invisible force or pressure, I guess, discouraging being tossed about. Our society seems to value knowing what to do, how to do it, how you want to do it--all for the purpose of progress. And yet, I am feeling more and more pulled away from this desire for progress, especially at the pace I feel pressured to move.

I wanted to put some photos up for the sharing of delights. My roommates and I decided to drive to the Redwoods up near Crescent City, California this past weekend (where I have heard that the trees go right into the ocean...sounds lovely). But, after a few hours of driving, we decided to go to a familiar place that we love. It looks a little like Narnia. There are people we care about there. . . and it cost a lot less to drive there. Here are a couple photos from the weekend: (Mariposa Grove in Yosemite)