The french have this word, sillage (see-ahj). In English, we use it to refer to the lingering smell in the air when someone who was just wearing strong perfume or cologne leaves. But in French, it translates to “wake”, like the stream left behind a boat as it passes by. It could also refer to … Continue reading Sillage
Emily Dickinson wrote that "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all." This poem from Emily Dickinson -- which you can read here -- is one of the most beautiful metaphors for hope I've ever read. Hope has been represented … Continue reading Hope
Why is there so much pressure in society to have everything figured out? We have to know exactly what we're doing now, and know exactly what's going to happen tomorrow. We're expected to know exactly who we are. But that's not fair. It's okay to not know what you're doing, whether you're a freshman in … Continue reading The Journey and the Detours
There is nothing but me And this stoplight at the end of the universe, Green, yellow, red Then green again. Independent of judgement, From all who look on. Their opinions don't matter, I walk along. There are others beside me, Their choices their own, But save for this stoplight, I walk alone. Just a blank … Continue reading The Stoplight at The End of the Universe
Between staying up until all hours of the night talking with new friends or working on homework, waking up begrudging the day ahead of me, attending thought provoking classes, needing afternoon naps almost every day, and going to as many club activities as I can, I'd venture to say that I'm already starting to get … Continue reading I Think I’m Going To Like It Here.
The first few days of college have been the most hectic, but also some of the most fun days that I've ever had. I've met so many people, and I've definitely made some new friends. In this post, I'll try to recount them as well as I can. Thursday was the first day. After saying … Continue reading First Days
The title of this post comes from a quote of the poet Emily Dickinson, in her poem of the same name. Ever since I found this quote, it has become my favorite. I try to live my life with this thought in mind. It inspires me to live in the moment.Forever is composed of … Continue reading Forever is composed of Nows