FOUND

these are the things we kept and the things worth keeping in the b2 apartment

a shopping list dated 1/23/2011: shelving units for the 'unmentionables', PBR, black beans, and p90x.
a sticky note that had scribbled "you have a right to your dreams" in green sharpie
a receipt for 12 shots at the new holland brewery (courtesy of leighton)
4 dollars in thai currency
the vegan soup recipe that fed us through the winter
the letter you wrote me and, of course, the one i never had the courage to send you back
ben's stein
my empty marc jacob's perfume bottle
the picture of all of us at the jonsi concert
a trader joe's receipt for 150 dollars
a chicken wind chime
one earring that will never have a match but i could never throw away
under my bed, mine and quinn's semester goals sheet (less than 20% were actually completed)
the polaroid of The Boys and The Tree
a love note from lyndi leigh
five community flannel shirts
the poem you gave me that i never read but always wished i had
20 dollars in returnables
directions to the beautiful Aspen, Colorado
an international relations midterm that was only passed because of the graces of a gracious god
107 dried tea bags collected from events such as: family tea time, a potluck and late nights

i did, he told me there was nothing i could do unless i wanted to get my heart removed. i told him i'd rather be ugly than heartless. but apparently, some people still think i'm both.

so much for nobility.

for the summer, i will be an explorer of the earth once again.

on my last day of college, i wore a red flannel.

covered in light

i spent my friday morning scrubbing falafel out of pans, emptying PBR bottles, and catching up on letters to old friends. it was raining, pouring actually, but the windows were wide open. i was all cuddled up in my favorite hand woven blanket from thailand with indian incense and candles burning. of course, a fresh pot of JP's coffee and oranges for breakfast.

i would call this an ideal friday morning for any overworked and over partied college senior.

this song was playing all morning. it is light and happy and carefree, just like my heart these days. i hope it covers you in light.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKXFMdyfFgk&feature=fvsr

all my love, as always
abby leigh

the peace of wild things

When despair grows in me

and I wake in the middle of the night

at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,

i go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water,

and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief.

I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting for their light.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world

and am free.

a thesis fit for a senior

There I was, in India, wearing my favorite red sari, and eating some veg korma on the side of the street.While my other friends went off to get some pizza, I went off by myself for some street food.

One of the best things I found in India is color. and by color, i mean color. Being in India is like living in a rainbow. It's as if god knocked over a shelf of paint cans from the sky and now everybody is wearing magnificant purples and yellows and greens and oranges. This makes it the perfect place for people watching.

This isn't an exciting story about anything wild or crazy that happend to me while I was there. Just a memory. Me, my veg korma, and my red sari, on some street corner in India, watching people shop and chat and walk.