Time to write...but not flowing yet.

It seems like it's time to write again.
Because it's something I can do on the go
Because it's something that stretches past whatever gluck is attempting to weigh me down, and cleanses my soul.
Because there is something deeply encouraging about seeing my heart in letters, and being able to see God's faithfulness and work in my life.
Because, like four years ago, when I stepped off the plane to Ottawa, I feel like I'm getting ready for a new adventure - and perhaps a story worth writing.
And I guess because some people I love check my blog every day.

School has started.

 I can tell because my back and shoulders are tense from the weight of my book bag, loaded each day with hopefully everything I need, tossed over my shoulder with the cringe that considers when in life I'll regret wrecking my back for the sake of feeling comfortable in my skin and organized and (perhaps only in my mind), cute.

I can tell because in each moment of the day there is this clock, rattling back and forth like an ignored old-fashioned alarm, bells clanging as I begin stacking up the list of things to do an things to buy and places to go and people to talk to.

I can tell because at the end of the day, my brain is tired, and once I am able to tune out the aforementioned clock, it's so much easier to fall asleep.

This time it's a little bit different.  It feels so strange to be in the same physical space: the same room, the same apartment, the same church, the same school, the same city....but have almost entirely different people in my life. And in the whirlwind of building relationships with everyone from my new roommates to my new classmates to my new...students... it is so delightful to be feeling closer to the one constant, deep, unchanging love in my life - God, and to be surprised by the ways in which I'm finding myself drawn to him.