A Great Weekend. And a Self-Discovery.

This past weekend was one of the best I have had in a long time. On Saturday, Bec and I drove to Cincinnati to have lunch with Tim, who was in town because Whitney was in a wedding in Oxford, OH. We went to B-Dubs and Tim and I each had mango-habanero and Caribbean jerk wings. They have boosted to spiciness of their sauce since the last time I was there, and my nose ran constantly as I smiled my way through all six, very hot mango-habanero boneless wings. It was a good last meat hurrah before I stop eating meat again tomorrow. I am still going to eat milk, but meat and eggs are history until I finish my dissertation. The challenge will be getting enough protein to keep running and to start swimming. I think I can do it if tofu is involved and if I use Will’s homemade seitan recipe.

On Saturday night, we went to Sarah and Daniel’s going away party. Andrea was unsure of herself as a hostess, but everything was fabulous, including the delicious Jimmy John’s subs and the cake. I had fun, reminisced about the past few years, and ate way too much…

which was okay because on Sunday, Bec and I started the day by walking the dogs, as we always do. Then we went on a 30-mile bike ride, which was more like 28 miles, but who is counting anyway. We rode from our house down the Cardinal Greenway to Blountsville. It took us about two and a half hours, but we did it and had a blast! We had great conversation and remembered how beautiful the trail is out in the country, winding through trees and past farms.We decided that before the summer is over, we are going to ride our bikes to Losantville to have pizza at the Pizza Shack. Riding back with full bellies will be the challenge!

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Yesterday, I realized how non-compassionate I can be. So much so that I don’t really listen to the people around me. I hear them, but I don’t really hear them. I don’t take the time to listen to their pain. I have become so wrapped up in my own things this summer—comps, home improvements, my assistantship, etc.—I am not listening to people like I want—or need—to listen to them. I talk and write so much about being compassionate and being a listener that I don’t give myself the space to actually do it. I know this didn’t just start this summer, but it has taken this summer to help me recognize that I talk far more than I listen, and most of what I say is not part of any productive good. I find myself talking to hear myself talk, or to have the best story, or prove I am right, or to make people like me, or to spread things that I only hear half-way, or to complain about things that are out of my control. I really want to change this about myself, but it is so difficult.

Why do I do this? Good question. I am listening if you have any answers or any suggestions about how to tame the tongue.

Left-Over Vegetable and Bean Stew

Today has been a good day so far. I woke up and walked the dogs a mile and a half with Bec, then I jogged the same mile and a half and only had to stop to walk for about a block! We rode our bikes to church and back, and now I am making bean and vegetable stew out of all the half-bags of beans and the too-old-to-eat-fresh-but-not-old-enough-to-throw-away vegetables.

I like the way my life is changing. I feel healthier, more connected, and grounded. I was talking with a friend, a doctor, who told me that our bodies go through major systemic changes every three years or so. He said that we should pay attention to those changes and follow them. I felt like jogging this morning, so I jogged with my iPod and without my watch telling me to stop and walk or to speed up and run; it felt FABULOUS! I think this may be my body appreciating my willingness to follow its change. Now if I can just get back into the pool…

Prays. Runs. Drinks Cucumber Tea.

I think about prayer on a regular basis, and mostly I think that it is something I do not do frequently enough. However, this morning I had an insightful conversation with my friend Molly. Molly and I have been getting together for about three years, after meeting through a sweet spiritual moment at Starbucks, to volunteer at the mission once a month and to watch Rob Bell‘s Nooma videos. We don’t watch the videos as frequently as either one of us would like, but when we do, it is always good and thoughtful conversation always follows.

Today we watched “Open,” which is about prayer. In “Open,” Bell seeks to answer the questions we all have about prayer: why does it seem to work sometimes and not others; does God really hear our prayers; why pray if it doesn’t always work; how does prayer effect our lives; and, how is our life impacted by the prayers of others. While I was watching this particular video, two things crossed my mind. First, my friend Kelly can usually sense when I need prayer, and I can usually sense when she is praying for me. Second, Molly and I were just talking about prayer the last time we worked at the mission. Of course, Bell addresses both things, but you will have to watch it yourself to get his take on things.

Frequently, I have some of these same questions/doubts. Does God hear my prayers? What if I pray for the wrong things? Do my prayers really change the God’s plan? Does prayer change me or the world? What if God doesn’t answer the way I want? What if God makes a miraclehappen? Does God still make miracles? How am I the answer to some of my prayers? How can I hear God? Is that God I hear or my own voice in my head? Why pray at all? Yeah, I doubt a lot. But, I do take it to heart when James writes that the prayer of the righteous person is powerful and effective.

I had no idea this video would impact me the way it did. I usually like Noomas, but I find that much of what Bell says are things that I have thought about and already agree with. I would love to just sit down and have a chat with him because we have so many theological ideas in common. With that said, this video hit me more powerfully than most of the others have. I realized that my life is supposed to be one constant prayer, something that I have contemplated prior to today both here and in my daily life. Hearing someone else outline how that works, using Jesus’ prayers in the Garden of Gethsemane, though, really helped me to realize that we are all a part of the same creation. My prayer/life touches your, which touches hers, which touches his, which touches mine, and on and on. We are one in spirit, one in love, and one in prayer. This is why Jesus is finally obedient even unto death: he is part of the long fabric of prayer.

Molly and I then discussed this great article that she read in Runner’s World about a woman who runs marathons. When the writer of the article runs a marathon, she wears a bracelet that lists 26 of her friends or acquaintances who are struggling with something. For each mile she picks one friend on the list, then thinks about/prays for each friend. I think this is fabulous, and I pray as I run, or bike, or swim. I always have; it helps to pass the time, and it helps me to think about various friends and their families. I tend to be a bit more organic in my prayers, allowing my mind to wander from one person to the next, but the bracelet is a great idea. I would probably stay more focused in my prayers instead of trying to solve the minute problems of the day before me.

Speaking of running. I jogged–I jog; I don’t yet run–about two and a half miles today. I am still doing that thing where you run a couple of minutes and then walk, which is kind of annoying but necessary. I envision myself running miles and miles, though, which should be worth something. Once I lose a few pounds, I should be able to step it up and actually run and run for a good distance. That extra girth really holds a person back! My goal is to be able to run the five mile Turkey Trot in Dayton on Thanksgiving. Without walking and at a respectable time. I am signing up for a 5K run in middle September, so we will see if I can add two more miles on by the end of November. It’s sort of a craps-shoot.

Yesterday for an early birthday present my mom bought a new pair of running shoes for me. I walked in them last night and they are a nice fit on my short, wide feet. They are ASICS (Anima Sana In Corpore Sano, which means a sound mind in a sound body). I am my father’s daughter. When he used to run all the time, he swore by Asics. As do I. They are the only shoes that consistently fit my feet. Here are my new shoes, which they now have stopped making:

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This morning after the jog, I tried some of the new tea I bought (I should say my mom bought) at Target yesterday: White Cucumber Tea by Tazo. The tea was interesting. I put a bit of honey in it because I was afraid of the taste, but tomorrow I will just drink it plain. The flavor is like a tea-version of a Mojito. It has lime, lemon, peppermint, cucumber, and white tea. I am sure there are other ingredients, but those are the predominant flavors that come through. And, it is decaf, which is nice. I also had some blueberries, yogurt, and wheat germ after the jog. Stoneyfield Farm makes an excellent organic vanilla yogurt that is perfect with berries of all kinds or bananas, but it is sort of thick, which might gross some people out. This concoction tasted a bit odd with cucumber tea, though.

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Find this tea. Drink it. Be at peace.

Randomness at the Library

I am sitting in the library getting increasingly more irritated with the fact that I can’t find the articles I need, so I am taking a break to write. The summer keeps slipping through my fingers at an alarming rate. I grow more anxious about comps everyday. Because I am still working on my assistantship, I feel like I don’t have adequate time to study. I am in a snarky mood today, which results in my being annoyed by things that usually wouldn’t bother me: the girl down the row of computers in the library who won’t stop talking on the phone or go downstairs to get headphones for her computers so that we all don’t have to listen to Brittany Spears, the guy who is sitting across from me who keeps walking back and forth to talk with his child who isn’t sitting next to him which would make things way easier, and the fact that I can smell my feet-stink wafting up from my damn Tevas that always smell so bad. I started the day well, too. I don’t understand it. I walked the dogs, had coffee with a friend, and went for a bike ride. For breakfast I had a banana, strawberries, yogurt, juice, and peppermint tea. How could a day that starts so beautifully render me snarky? Your guess is as good as mine. But it sometimes happens. Yesterday, I ran and walked about six and a half miles. My hips hurt last night, but they are fine today so that isn’t it.

I am listening to Pandora, and Aimee Mann’s “Wise Up” just came on. I have never heard her before, but I can see why my friends keep telling me I would like her. I do. If you create a Indigo Girls station, you will get some pretty good new music suggestions.

Since the last time I wrote, we had a big Fourth of July celebration at our house. We can see the fireworks from our front porch, so it is nice to have people come by and have dinner and then watch the city ofo Muncie spend way too much on explosives. This year—this is ironic because we just closed one fire station and laid off twelve fire-fighters—Muncie almost didn’t have fireworks because there weren’t any available fire trucks to cover the show. In Muncie, if there is no fire truck, there are no fireworks. That would have been just desserts for the mayor in my opinion. I am sure she would have had to do more than carry her gun and have the Star Press write an article about her and her gun. I wonder how many firefighters’ jobs could have been saved with the money used to buy the fireworks.

Now Ani Difranco is singing “School Night” from one of my favorite of her albums, Revelling/Reckoning. I am jealous because my friend Amy got to go see her in Los Angeles. She said it was like a patchouli-hemp sandwich in the auditorium. Of course it was; I am her typical fan. I think all of her fans are slightly granola. Mmm.

See the similarities?

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