When in Rome

Friends,

I am here. I have made it to the eternal city , the heart of the Church, the beautiful city of Rome. And, let me tell you, writing about it is really, really hard. I’ve been scrambling for words for a couple of days now but like beads on a tile floor they roll and bounce and lodge themselves in the dusty underbellies of the furniture: out of sight, out of reach. I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no possible way to convey the awe of my experiences to you, and even if I could eloquently translate experiences into words on a page, it would be far less personal than if I were to share stories with you face-to-face where we can both chat away about some of our greatest adventures in life. My goal on this blog is to tell the most simple stories to you, the highlights of what I see or do. My goal here in Rome is to learn: learn about history, culture, philosophy, and, above all, humanity. How incredible that throughout nearly 200,000 years of human existence, there is something vaguely similar about it all.

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The sunrise begins to light up St. Peter’s Basilica. 

Perhaps that is the difference about being in a city so old. Being here is not only experiencing the unique beauty of a culture separate from my own, but one rich with history spanning thousands of years. The city of Rome, in many ways, contains a wealth of pieces that begin to tell the tale of human existence.

I am beyond excited to get to be a part of it for the millisecond I am graced to be here.

Until next time,

Kelsie

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A Messy Post: Why I Blog

I’m going to go on a more-than-norm personal spiel here.

Writing is the one thing I can do no matter what state I am in. Exhausted? Still have the energy to write. Stressed? Write about it. Ideas? Write them down. So on.

I don’t need a blog as an excuse to write. No one really does. I journal almost every day in the form of letters.

So why do I blog, then? There are a few reasons. The first is that because I do love writing so much, I want to be better at it. It’s one thing to keep a journal that only I read; it’s something entirely different to write something you know will be read by others. I’ve always been a creative person and crave the creative outlet.  I go to a liberal arts university, so essays are our primary form of submitted work, but a lot of times those are so intellectually based that there is little room for creativity. The elaborate beauty of words cannot be woven in and out through the density of the material. I cannot breathe into life the matter; it is already pulsing there and the mere task that is granted is to build, not to create. In an essay I am asked to gather the sturdy rocks and lay them back into their foundation, organizing them in such a way that is new to the outsider’s eye but is doubtfully something that has not been done before.

See what I did there? C.S. Lewis is great at that. Words, words. Words are so beautiful. I know the content of my blog is neither particularly rich nor fulfilling, but anyhow, that’s not my goal. Do you remember analyzing books, poems, and other various texts in school? Remember how you are asked to analyze and analyze, find hidden meaning in all corners of the writing, dig up the bones of the material, and subject yourself to the mentality, the concealed inspiration of the author? Yes. It is mysterious, mystical, and magnificent.

Maybe I can be noticed for writing one day. This is a subtle and currently weak goal of mine, but it a goal, none the less.

Blogging forces me to organize certain ideas and thought bubbles that I may want to implement into my job one day. It forces me to focus; it wakes up my mind to the critical dedication our humanity has labored over, sweating as the arms aside their backs draw the tool up off the ground and propel it in front of them in an endless circular motion, shaping the way we all think, believe, behave, and communicate. Writing forces focus, strain, and dedication. It is innovative and creative. It can both give life and draw it out of something. It is unique, objective, subjective, and everything that makes up wonder, simplicity and complexity all in a single act.

Will Write. To Write. Writing. Written.

Peace.

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My Thoughts, They Overwhelm Me

Welcome to my blog.

Those are pretty big words for someone who hasn’t even created so much as an Instagram and tries to stay off the black hole of the internet as much as possible. But, none the less, after years of relentless brainstorming, stomach knots of excitement, and probably a few too many cups of coffee, I find myself on the brink of publishing the 6th blog I’ve attempted with the unsettling feeling that maybe, just maybe, this will be the one that actually does…something.

But we’ve all been through something like this, right? All of us have undoubtedly felt that profound sense of inspiration, the energy surge through us as if we had the power to take on the world, only to run into the face of the wall that our thoughts, our emotions, are simply too much. It is times like these that we find ourselves stuffed between the cushions watching re-runs on Netflix, munching on whatever happens to look good in the pantry, addicted to the glow of a screen, finding  home within the oddities of Tumblr, hearing only the slow metronome of our hearts.

I don’t want to be overwhelmed to the point of paralysis anymore. We are thoughtful creatures, designed for invitation and critical thinking, problem solving, building and fostering relationships, creating, exploring, living. Anything less and we find ourselves unfilled at the most basic level and restless in the deepest parts of our bones. These posts are the excerpts of myself that are my most basic attempt to harness some of that energy and put it somewhere else other than the fog that is my brain. Some will be messy, incomplete, others will stem directly from prayer, some will be creative, and  others undoubtedly unsatisfying at times. Some will be exciting and others will seem to drag on. That doesn’t bother me, though. Those are all very real pieces of who I am in my small attempt to make a small difference in a small way.

Welcome, world, these ideas come directly from you.

Peace.