Welcome to theartfulscientist. Enjoy your stay as I talk about my life as a fire protection engineering student and one who studies fire dynamics. These posts range from day to day excitement to my developmental life and provide a window into my world.
In the present time, I have a looming decision to be made about which graduate school to attend and how to spend the next two to five years of my life. In between the planning and stressing of that, I can’t help but to just live and enjoy the simple things, as they are amplified to me by the disorderly nature of modern life. Vegetarianism is going well, and I would mostly call it a conscious effort to refocus on my eating. School is well, but almost on the furthest back burner as my mind strives for more.
During a time like this, simple things make more sense, books talk to me more directly, the motorcycle rides are more free. I also came across the idea of lights out from a “green” type blog. For two hours a day, this person does his best to refrain from using electricity. In doing this, more variety in thought and more robust experiences are revitalized. So I try this every once in a while.
Then, I come across this random video today. You will like it:
Here’s to one of the most stressful, life-in-general weeks that I have ever had. And the peace it brought me.
Well, that was most certainly one of the coolest electrical storms and cold front entrances that I have seen in a while. The air was dead silent, then the treetops jolted over sideways and one of the brightest yet most opaque skies opened itself up to chilled rain. The front moved right through and the air temperature dropped by about 15 degrees in 20 minutes or so.
Nature speaks in many ways. Take the time to enjoy it and listen in every once in a while.
It’s raining pretty hard here, the rain that lets you know that the earth is still here. I have been thinking a lot lately. Even the past two days. Which I haven’t been working much in the past two days, or crossing off things from my GTD to do lists. Just being.
And in that I find confusion, like the mind wasn’t made to think without a pen and paper. It just walks repeatedly in circles.
University of Maryland. Maybe not. Mountains in Virginia. Culture in DC. My favorite research firm down the street. Maybe not. Damnit.
The other university in Massachusetts. I realize that I need mountains and a motorcycle season and a season of deep relationships and culture. That I am not the person who thrives on just one branch of life, but a life of Renaissance. All of the arts come together, the sciences. Traditional and new age. What’s next then?
An internship at a place like Google? Teaching at UHD for a few years? Work at an actual job? Who knows. Questions bring more questions, and that’s usually a comforting thing for me. Except when it’s real.
A draft of wind just blew by from the Northeast direction of the water-soaked sky. And it smelled deeply of endearment. Of where I should be. Where Every Part of Me Wants To Be. And the next breath smells of the past. The air is cool and full in my lungs; they can think too, you know.
My lungs are full, but nervously anticipating what is to come. They know. The heart knows. But does the world know?
“We need to find a balance.” The phrase of a lifetime.