before high heaven and you

Musings, poems, and pieces of my life. (Amanda, 19)

Photography: we worked with photograms in the darkroom today.

And it was SO. AWESOME.

I love being a photographer. I love being in the darkroom, working with the equipment. I love watching the photo come to life in the first chemical solution.

We had three categories to work from: organic, geometric, and allegorical. My allegorical piece was the best, I think. I used a model ship from Portland, Maine, a cross pendant, a dreamcatcher, a skeleton key, a broken reindeer ornament, and an Italian mask. I’m so darn creative sometimes.

Anonymous asked: You're pretty :)

Oh thank you, you’re sweet <3

Who expects small things to survive when even the largest get lost? People forget years and remember moments. Love, in its shortest form, becomes a word.

—Ann Beattie, Snow

I don’t have time for anything but a quick update.

So here it is.

Today was a good day. I love my photography professor. I love my friends. I love people on the subway who point out empty seats for me. And I love how some of my friends will go out of their way to help me. It’s flattering, really, and it makes me feel very, very special.

Yesterday I marched for life in DC. The whole trip: 3am-10:30pm. It was awesome. I think I pulled a muscle in my knee. It was worth it.

Sunday was the choir’s first day with a new music minister. Huge adjustment. I still get queasy feelings in my stomach every time I think about the whole thing. I honestly don’t know how I’m pulling through like this. If it weren’t for my friends, I would have quit a long time ago. I thank God every day for them.

I should get back to doing homework. I have to read Plato and memorize French vocab and write a paper and shoot a whole roll of film — all in the next two days.

[Currently listening to: Downton Abbey soundtrack.]

&#8220;There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.&#8221; — Ernest Hemingway

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” — Ernest Hemingway

My sister is cool. She likes ABBA.

today was a very faith-filled day

I’m way too tired to write anything worth reading right now, so I’ll reflect on it tomorrow.

Campus Ministry student leader reatreat was awesome.

12:15 Mass starts tomorrow, which means singing again, yay.

Small group with Sarah was very intimate and lovely.

All in all, lots of prayer and reflection went down today — something I was in desperate need of.

my place

I am in need of a venting outlet which isn’t stalked by family members who want to know EVERYTHING about my life. Tumblr is the only place I’m safe.

A little about me…

  • writer
  • poet
  • creative type
  • Leo
  • ENFP
  • 1920s, 30’s, and 40’s chick at heart
  • Nikon owner and vintage camera collector
  • Jazz listener
  • Mac user
  • St. John’s University student, most involved in Campus Ministry/Music Ministry
  • English major, photography minor
  • soon-to-be Catholic (aka catechumen, converting from Protestantism)
  • religious with a touch of pagan

Check out my other blog Little Carousel for random reblogs, lately reflecting my broken heart.