life.

  

waking light, it grew from the shadow

brace yourself to the morning low

night is gone, long way turning

you've waited long enough to know

waking light [beck]

i meant to start this back up ages ago.  i toyed with the idea of starting it up again as i began my law school adventure.  but that didn't happen.  then i thought to myself, hey - your'e spending the summer abroad, blog it.  that didn't happen either. 

and now, in the middle of my summer in costa rica, sitting at my desk about to go home for the day, i've decided to write.  to cut and paste.  to share.  i think the spontaneity and sheer randomness of this decision to begin again is fitting.  not sure why, but it feels right.  i am not limited to subject matter.  this is not a 1L blog.  this is not a travel blog.  this is a collection of words musings, songs, images, and whimsy.

i am a curator of things.  

i don't expect any one to read this.  that's not the point.  this is for me.  i've struggled with claiming my own creativity for ages.  i'm not a painter. i'm shit at photography.  i'm certainly no attwood, plath or lee.  often i find myself explaining that i express myself in imaginative problem solving or word formatting.  that being said, i need something.  i have all these ideas, loves/hates, wonders, etc. swimming in my brain and rather than force them on my amigos i've decided to jot them down here.

i am a curator of things.