If we were having coffee, we’d be bundled up in sweaters with our mugs clutched closely to our chests. It’s been rainy and cold this week–good for reading and sleeping, bad for all the farmers who have work to be done. I had picked out a colorful spring outfit to wear to work this morning, but the moment I stepped out of bed my body was like, “NOPE.” So it’s back to cozy sweaters.
I’ve got a busy weekend ahead of me.
This afternoon, I’ll be getting coffee with a dear friend who recently returned from three months in England. She stayed at the same ministry, L’Abri, that I did a year ago. I’m excited to hear about her experience and gush about how much we miss it. Continue reading →
If we were having coffee, I would first tell you that I’ve been pretty absent from the blogosphere over the past couple of weeks and that I have missed you. Things have been pretty busy in Amelia land–I’ve barely opened my laptop in the past few weeks.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I went camping last weekend with my friend, Maddie. We spent two nights camping on the North Shore of Lake Superior in northern Minnesota. Well, I say camping… we actually stayed in my great-uncle’s secluded cabin in the woods. We had a roof over our heads, but it was fairly primitive. We cooked over a fire, had to walk for water, use a biffy, and there were no other residences in sight. It was an introvert’s paradise! Continue reading →
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to camp in Northern Minnesota. A friend and I stayed in my uncle’s self-built rustic cabin in the woods a few miles from Lake Superior. We had a wonderful time going on hikes, sitting by the lakeshore, exploring waterfalls, discussing morality in Game of Thrones, and reading poetry aloud at the campfire.
It was a peaceful weekend. I felt all the clutter in my life fade away. The sounds of daily life fade in comparison to the rush of a waterfall. Alone time in nature, for me, is soul detox.
In my quiet moments, I reflected a great deal on how complex the human experience is–how beautifully multifaceted we all are. I wrote in the margins of my sketchbook: “Personhood is a complicated, beautiful thing–what an adventure it is to live inside myself. There are so many corners, so many contradictions–How can I be so many people at once?”Continue reading →
As a child, I remember watching the movie The Parent Trap. You know, the newer version with Lindsay Lohan before she grew up and went psycho. I adored this movie. I wanted to experience all the spots the movie takes place in–summer camp, Napa Valley, San Francisco, and London. My best friend and I used to reenact scenes. We’d do Annie and Hallie’s secret handshake and dream about pulling pranks at summer camp. More than anything else, we’d fight over who got to be Hallie. Nobody wanted to play Annie. Apparently, being British wasn’t cool when you’re under the age of ten. Oh, how little we knew.
I remember the scene where Martin, the butler, comes into a room in a Speedo. That was my first exposure to swimwear that looks like underwear. Because of this scene, my brothers and I referred to everyone wearing a Speedo as Martin. And, being oh so mature, we thought it was hilarious.
Don’t forget the scene where Meredith clicks sticks together to keep mountain lions away… oh man, we used to have fun with that one. When on camping trips, we would scrounge in the woods and wander around the campground clacking them together. When asked what we were doing, we solemnly replied, “We’re chasing away mountain lions.”
At the end of the movie, there’s a scene when the Dad (Dennis Quaid) talks about his cooking. I remember the mom was pleasantly surprised until he said something along the lines of, “I can make really great pasta.” Then she didn’t look so enthusiastic. I never got that. “Wow,” I remember thinking. “You can make pasta. That’s really something.” To a kid under the age of ten, making pasta seemed like one of the most impressive things in the world.
I’m a college student now. I’ve been to all the places in the movie. I’ve explored San Francisco and driven through the Napa Valley. I spend my summers working at a camp. I lived in London. All the joys of playing Annie and Hallie with my best friend have been lived out. I’m mature enough to no longer refer to Speedo-clad men as Martin. And keeping away mountain lions? Please. That’s so third grade.
But, for the most part, growing up hasn’t changed my affection for The Parent Trap. Looking back on all the childhood silliness makes me smile. Well, on all accounts but one… As for Dennis Quaid’s cooking… well… I now understand the mom was cynical. College life has taught me the ease of pasta. But part of me definitely still wishes that the key to spaghetti was the most impressive thing in the world.