It’s Friday night and here I sit in my room, Greek texts out, reviewing for a quiz on Monday. I’ve been doing this most of the day off and on. Yesterday too. Well, actually, I rode on my bike over to the library both days and worked at this same subject there for a few hours. And I watched a bit of TV. The woman I am living with has a little white dog so I also walked it around the block so it could use the outdoor facilities. The fresh air did my mind no harm. Having my head stuck in a book is beginning to feel very restrictive.
I know all this will pass – if I indeed do pass these Greek classes. And others have before me so there is some hope. I hang on to this hope as my brain fills up with participles and verb tenses.
Caronport is a weird sort of little town. An island of protestant conservatism. There isn’t much to do here but study. The Husky station has a Subway and a little restaurant and food store attached. One can buy eggs and milk and bread and other essentials like ice cream but that is about it for eating or retail establishments. On the plus side of the town’s report card – no one would think of stealing a bike so no need to lock it up. Unlocked doors also feel a bit weird – trusting strangers with unprotected possessions.
Lord forbid that there should be a pub. I think one has to smuggle strong drink in behind these unlocked doors! Think I may just conceal a bottle of wine in my suitcase next trip down from PA. I could use a glass right now.
The town is very flat. This is a bonus when riding a bike but I keep looking for some place of beauty – some site to feast one’s eyes on. Some people seem to put a great effort into their yards but there is little in the way of natural beauty. Until one looks at the sky and the horizon at sunset. God seems to have stored up all the missed beauty from the flat landscape and poured it out into colour on the horizon both to greet and to bid farewell to the day. And so as I sit in the morning by my window talking to God, I give him special thanks for this beauty which he paints above me. “Let my soul rise to meet you, as the day rises to meet the sun.” And as I say those words I remember that God is a constant presence – my unfailing companion – even in this time away from so many people and things that I love. The sun continues to rise; God continues to be my God; I continue to search for more of him.