-I decided today that I want to be a window for a day. I was watching the awful slush falling out of the sky at this huge window in the human center design room of the art building. The small bits of ice hit the window and as they slid down to the window pane they melted. And that’s when I said to Jon, “Wouldn’t it be cool to be a window for a day?” And he responded with, “That sounds like a photo project idea.” What an art kid. Gotta love ‘em. Anyway, wouldn’t it be a cool thing to hang that close to the edge of a building all day and have complete security in knowing you are stuck in that wall, and that you’re not gonna fall out. I’m speaking about a window that is multiple stories high, seeing as this particular window I was standing in front of was on the second floor of a school building. I could just be there, experiencing the weather, watching people inside and outside, and people would look towards me all day.
-I feel like I should be stressed about all the excitement of this week and next. I feel like I should be worried about my electronic imaging project and my photo history exam, but I’m just not. I have incredible peace. I am so excited about moving it’s hard to think about much else, but I do know that Papa’s got my back and I am so inspired with life in general it’s insane. I know all this sounds like normal Liz ramble but I don’t care.
-Tonight walking back from the art building at quarter to nine, I experienced the worst of the Upper Peninsula. I have currently misplaced my rain boots that don’t have holes in them and so I wore normal shoes today. Although this morning it wasn’t even raining. Anyway, I was trying to prevent my feet from getting wet until I realized all attempts failed and my feet were immediately swimming in an ocean much like Lake Superior. The front of my jeans were cold and wet and my hood hung over my eyes. I was minding my own business, tromping in my slushy shoes, when a very large pick up drove by way too close to me, way too fast. And there I was sopping wet, cold slush dripping from my eyelashes. I hollered for awhile and moved on. It happened a second time before the sidewalk led me away from the road. By the time I got the the building my feet were completely numb and my legs were getting close to being so as well. With every step, wetness slopped in my shoes.
-We watched a documentary in class today on Dale Chihuly in my Social Structures class. He’s an amazing glass blowing artist with a huge team that he trains and collaboratively make his pieces. He wore florescent yellow green jeans through the entire documentary and he has an eye patch! I love glass. I want to learn how to use it to make the kind of organic figures that are scattered through the pages of my journal. Unfortunately at Northern there are no glass blowing classes or facilities. Maybe somewhere in my future. We saw his stuff at the Milwaukee museum. It was beautiful, but I wish I would’ve seen the documentary before I saw his work so that I could have the full appreciation of his work. What a gifted leader.
-I am so in love with my Jesus. I am beginning to see how quickly he can fade people out of my life and how quickly he can drop them into my life. It’s so simple for him. Why do I ever doubt him? Why do I ever hesitate to trust him? He gave me the Holy Spirit to take comfort in and that is enough. That’s my reality.
This is the piece I saw at the Milwaukee Museum of Dale’s. Isn’t it magnificent?
