This is one of those peaceful nights I love. I'm technically with my family (even though half of them are asleep and my mom is probably looking at her favorite knitting sites), I'm in my beautiful pale green room with the two windows that look out on quiet pastoral (well, suburban) scenes, and my Great Books diploma is on the familyroom mantelpiece whereon my mother (I'm assuming) bestowed it three weeks ago when we came back home from my graduation.
These last four years have changed me - I think. Studying the Great Books - thinking about so many of the ideas that have changed Western civilization through the last three thousand years - probably changes any one who dedicates four years to such an endeavor. I'm a lot better at thinking logically than I was four years ago. (Though Kitty, my younger but taller sister, would tell you that that's not saying much). And I see so much of what I didn't even know I didn't know back then, about the world in general. I see that there's just so many wonderful, wise things out in the world.
But one heart-deep desire within me has not changed. I want to write, I want to write, I want to write. No amount of notebooks filled with my writings ever seems to sate that desire.
So...here's the deal.
I write the blog.
You read the blog.
Beautiful symbiotic relationship.
I want to try this keep-your-diary-for-everyone-to-see thing for this summer, and see how it goes. Then I might take a sabbatical for autumn and winter and spring and the rest of my life. But then again I might just not shut up. Either way, let's try it out and see what happens!
<3, Rose of Sherwood
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