Monday, June 18, 2012

Joyful Noises

Singing. Lots and lots of beautiful singing. Little voices, big voices. All sweet, darling girl voices. Mostly southern voices. Silly songs. Simple songs. So many praiseful songs ("O Law’, Honey, ain’t this a praiseful thing," -Phil Hurt quoting a poet I can't remember). Julibate Deo, Jubilate Deo, Hallelujah.

Giggles and giggles and giggles all the live long day. My personal favorite time to listen for them is on a short walk down Hut Row in between Night Activity and Taps. Something about the darkness, katydids, and ribbits makes those giggles one of the "goodest" most praiseful things I've ever heard.

Rain drops bombing tin roofs.

The "swafp" of an arrow hitting bullseye.

Crunching gravel underneath uncountable Chacos.

Slamming screened doors.

"Okay, y'all...."

Simplicity.

Creation.

Joy.

and the occasional (faux) British vernacular.


... at least that's what the first 17 days of First Term have sounded like to me.

The Brow

Lightening Bugs

My Cabin 15 Home

Cabin 15


Sunday Night Hamburger Picnic

Tutta: the Best Co-Counselor Everrr

My Original DeSoto Girl

14th Birthday Balloons in Cabin 15



Friday, May 25, 2012

Rosemary Goes to Camp: Introduction

Martin: Now, let's see. Vitamins? 
Annie: Check.
Martin: Minerals?
Annie: Check.
Martin: List of daily fruits and vegetables?
Annie: Check, check... Check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on.
Martin: Sunblock, lip balm, insect repellent, stationery, stamps, photographs of your mother, grandfather, and of course, your trusty butler, me.
Annie: Got it all, I think.

So, did you like that Parent Trap throwback?... Anyoneee?... Anyoneee? (...Buellerrrr?) Well, I hope you did.
Now, combine The Parent Trap and the Hunger Games, soak them in the gospel, and you've pretty much got Camp DeSoto from scratch! (I mean, that may not be exact recipe, but it's close enough, right?)

That's right boys and girls, Rosemary has gone to Camp. Camp DeSoto for Girls, to be exact. Camp DeSoto is located at the top of Lookout Mountain in Mentone, Alabama, and is filled with smiles and songs and so much love. Have I ever been before? Nope! (which you should know if you read this last summer.) But there's a time for everything, and this summer, it is time for me to be at Camp DeSoto. 

I'm about two days into my two months away at Camp, and I couldn't be more excited about the rest of the summer. I'm making so many new friends. Tomorrow morning, I'll trade in all my free time for official Pre-Camp Training. I so ready to see the personality of our staff and get to know my co-workers and their hearts. What's so great about Camp is that every single aspect of it is so completely soaked in prayer. For months, our directors have been praying for us and taking their decisions for cabin assignments, activities, and etc to the Lord. I can't wait to see His replies and the sovereignty of His will here. Everyone I know who has DeSoto experience under their belt has sung its praises--or more so God's praises through it. I hear the word "fruitful" more than anything else when people have told me what to expect of my summer. Everyone's experience at DeSoto is different but invaluable. I'm so excited to have one of my own.

But let's talk logistics. 

What am I doing at Camp?
My main job is to love with the love Christ pours through me. But what does that look like everyday? I think I'll be learning what it looks like all summer long, but what I know now is that it looks like...
Teaching Archery, Fabric Arts (sewing), and Creative Writing.
Having a cabin full of girls that could be anywhere in the ages of 8-16.
Giving up air-conditioning, technology, and make-up almost everyday.
Being completely immersed in nature.
Living a simple life.
And clinging to the gospel.
... I'll try to keep you posted as often as I can as the weeks go on, and I learn more and more about what Christ's love looks like.

How can you pray for me?
Pray that I would be filled with Christ's love so that I can love others. Pray that I would not pollute Christ's message with my own selfish ambitions. Pray for perseverance, selflessness, cheerfulness, patience, and discipline in my life and choices. Pray for my heart, my campers' hearts, and the hearts of the staff. Pray that everything about my summer would be soaked through and through with the gospel.

How am I blogging right now?
I have an off day! Yesterday, I trained for Archery, and tomorrow, we start Pre-Camp Training, but today was free! SO. I'm sitting in a LOVELY coffee shop in Chattanooga, Tennessee with four wonderful new friends! I have two, varying off-nights a week. On off-nights, we can go 15 minutes south to Fort Payne (laundromat, Sonic, etc), or 40 minutes north to Chattanooga (fun, adorable river-city everywhere). Today, we stopped in a used book shop (where I bought an EB Browning anthology and a Sarah Orne Jewett short story... eeekk!), lunched at TAZIKIS (!), and made our way over to Rembrandt's Coffee Shop. It is unbelievable idyllic here.

How can you be my best friend?
Snail mail.... See address below!



Written with love from the Mountain.

Friday, April 20, 2012

The Fantastic Voyage



Let's see if I remember how to do this....

I write. I promise to keep writing. (I narcissistically post my post to Facebook.) You read. I don't post for days. You don't care at all. I don't post for weeks. You wonder if Rosemary still goes to college. I don't post for months. You plan my funeral, divide up my junk, and begin to lower my Blogger account six feet under when, out of absolutely nowhere, I pop another post up and remind you that I'M STILL ALIVE AND WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING PUTTING MY BLOG IN A COFFIN?!

Is that how it works?

Actually--WHO CARES?! Just go with it and pull my blog back out of the dirt. 
Rosemary DOES still go to college so the blog's not. over. yet. folks.
I'm sorry if that disappoints you. You really don't have to read it.... You may also have it read aloud to you, or, if you insist, I will video record myself reenacting the events I write about. The parts of my blog that are just my thoughts would probably be really boring, but I'd do it for YOU, anonymous reader! ANYTHING for you.

If I don't recall, this blog is designed to resemble the internet-appropriate timeline of my life in college. In order to utilized this design, I suppose I should update you on that... So, here goes:

Nothing has changed.
Bye.





... BAHAHA! OH, the jokes! Full of em these days.
But really. 

In all reality, nothing has drastically changed in my life this semester. It's been crazy though. A lot has been going on inside of me... outside of me... upside of me... and downside of me. Just everywhere.

This semester, my body formed a mutiny against me. But not just any mutiny. This mutiny was strong enough to take down not only the Titanic but also the Fantastic Voyage.... Yes. THAT STRONG.
The mutiny kicked it off with mononucleosis, and followed through with a terrible medication, a mono-relapse, undiagnosed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (the doctor says the fatigue "could last for about a year, but you'll be fine." Wonderful! Luuvvv that more than ponies.), and a car accident to take home to gold. (I'm fine. Don't worry about it, just praise the Lord.)

Basically, between illness and side-effects of medication, I turned into a metaphorical emotional train-wreck (not to be confused with the literal Easter Sunday car-wreck). This prompted more than an acceptable amount of spiritual, physical, and academic apathy in my life. But I've been dealing with it. And it (all of the above) has been getting a lot better lately.... So that's been the majority of my semester, and that's all I want to say about that. I'm finally learning the technique of filtering my internet publications, and I'm fully prepared to sacrifice a few page-views for the skill.

Other semester side-notes:
-I'm NOT staying in Auburn this summer, but I'm working at CAMP DESOTO!!! There are not words for how excited I am to have this opportunity and blessing! I can't wait to see the wonders God has in store for me there! I'm POSITIVE I'll blog on it later.

-My favorite things I read for class this semester (British then American--still in survey classes this semester): Wordsworth's "Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" (shout out to Nicole Conrad!), E.B. Browning--everything in the anthology that we didn't read in class (another shout out to Conrad!), Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, (an excerpt of but planning to finish) Moore's and Lloyd's V for Vendetta, Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (Conrad! Conrad!), Miller's Death of a Salesman, O'Connor's "A Good Man is Hard to Find" (Mrs. Margene gets credit for this one.), Morrison's "Recitatif" (I registered for another class with my American Lit. professor after her lecture on that one. She loves Morrison.), and the movie The Namesake

-Next semester, I'm registered for Studies in Poetry, Intro to Creative Writing, Survey of African American Lit, and two English Education classes! I'm excited.


So what else do you want to know about my life of late?

Let's see. We last left off with Valentine's Day. (Oh my gosh. That was so long ago!) What's happened since then?.... Waaiiittttt. Is is picture list time?? I think sOoOoOooOOoooOOOooOoOo!!!
Two days after Valentine's Day,
Alpha Gam had a Valentine's Day social with ADPi!
These are three of my favorite lion friends. <> :)
(Emily L, Marykathryn, Emily C, yours truly)
ewww

RUF Winter Conference was at the end of February!
It was a wonderful time of fun and fellowship.
This is a picture of Girl and I in front of the waterfall*.
*waterfall not pictured
I have continued to love living with my
geedy roommates.
(Briarwood's 2012 Drama Seniors!
Margan, Ruthdog, Brooks, Caroline, Branch--my babies!
[Disclaimer*: Ruthie hates this picture of herself.]
Y'ALL. Ruthie performed in her last Lee Eady Production!
Where the HECK has the time gone? It was only yesterday
that I was bawling my eyes out during my last curtain call!
Anyways, I was super proud of her and will miss listening
to her sing her heart out in the BBB.
[*Disclaimer Disclaimer: I don't care.]) 
SPRANG BREAK 2012!!!
I went to St. Augustine, Florida
with a wonderful group of
friends!
This is a view from the condo's porch. #perfect
An adorable restaurant in St. Augustine looking even
more adorable through an Instagram filter. 
I learned how to make "homemade" doughnuts! 
Roommie Love

RUTHDOG CAME TO AUBURN!!!
We had a 3-night-long sleepover, and she tasted her future.
#freshmaninthefall 
DUCK CAME TO AUBURN RIGHT AFTER RUTHDOG!!!
We had a mini-THIRTEENTH (I'm crying.) birthday party for her:
Five Guys, painting, Five Guys, shopping, cupcake. Her dream.
Gin with her 13th birthday cupcake...
I CANNOT believe she is a TEENAGER!
My squirrel family. :)
I love them so.
(Ignore how rough I look, por favor.)
SWAMPWATER!

We took pictures for our
Couples Friends' Black <> Formal!
This one is particularly awkward.
For our 6-month-a-dating-aversary,
Stuart took me on a picnic at Town Creek Park!
(We went there on our first date, too.)
He had some trouble keeping his eyes open for the flash.

Stuart also met the majority of the Anderson clan.
Bless his soul.
Then we took this great Instagrammed picture in Papa's yard.

Girl wrote a HILARIOUS and touching account of Clark's life.
http://kitstallings.blogspot.com/2012/04/remember-clark.html 

Remember that car wreck?

THE ALPHA GRANDMAS WON
GREEK SING FOR THE 4th TIME IN A ROW!
This is my favorite dancin' grandma.

Harls and I made our 2nd annual
Chapter Visits. I laugh more with Harley
than with most everyone else in humanity.
LOVE and ADORE her.
#walkwithusmaybe?
I helped this pretty girl get ready for her
formal adventure!
Pretty Pandas

sweet best friends

Just enjoying spring on Samford Lawn :)
I did not accompany this to Rodeo.
And just last night, Emily (in the middle) turned 21!
We had a super fun birthday party!
This is me, Emily, and Cecilia dancin' to TaySway.

... Until next time.


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Little We Know of It, Still We Can Try

I had stumbled through about nine lines of a Valentine's Day post when I realized I had no idea what I was doing. I mean... I guess I still don't, but I can't just not write about my favorite holiday.

I really do love Valentine's Day.
I always have. Mom has always done a great job of making the day feel special; I suppose she taught me to love it. I'm glad she did.

I love the rosy colors. I love the candy-hearts. I love the chocolates and flowers and balloons and anything else. I love what Valentine's Day is. I love the celebration of love... but for some reason, I don't know how to write about it.

I think I've always loved love. At least, I can't remember a time I haven't.
I love a love-filled smile from a stranger on the concourse. I love a friendship bursting with love at the seams. I love seeing a family with love pumping through it's DNA. I love a good love story. I love to love, and I love to be loved.

Yet.
I can't make the words flow. All of the sudden, I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing with a blog. With words. With grammar. (AND I LOVE GRAMMAR! (and I'm slowly learning that telling people I love commas will never end with me still seeming normal. Oh, well. The truth hurts.))
I can captivate souls with fictional stories about suicide, but I cannot scrounge up six honest lines about love that even pluck a heart string.
Explain that to me!... Actually, don't. I would rather you keep that particular psycho-analysis to yourself.

Anyways, I'm lately realizing that with as much as I know of it, there's still so little I know of it, but echoing the song my heart's singing, still I can try.

I can try to tell you about how I woke up yesterday morning with a Jessica's-Daily-Affirmation type of attitude. I can try to explain that staying up until 1:30 in the morning to match each of my friends with the Lisa Frank card and tattoo that best exemplified their personality was worth every yawn. I can try to tell you about the extreme amounts of self-control it took not to wish innocent bystanders a happy Valentine's Day from a megaphone or the Samford Bell Tower. I can try to pretend I was ashamed to sport my pink cardigan to class. I can even try to relay to you the number of flips my heart did when it found red roses.... But my efforts lie no further than this paragraph.

And that fact is the best example of love I've got.
It's a silly, stupid, wonderful, little thing that happens to make up our hearts.

Reconsidering my love of love, I think I can write about it, just not in any sort of satisfactory way... and that's what I love about it.

... Okay.
I've GOT to wind this down. I could keep rambling until the sun rises, but we all know I'm going nowhere.

In summery, but not really:
God is love.
We love because he first loved us.
Love never ends.
That is the real reason I love love and Valentine's Day the most of all holidays.

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all.


Love,
Rosemary
(Your Little Mess)

P.S. Oh, you're sad that I have no iPhone/Instagram pictures?! Don't shed a tear! I will throw some in at the end like I always do... but only because you love them that much!

{Picture Theme: LOVE... duh.}

Mom loves me.

I love the candle Leigh Annimal made me for my birthday.

Meha loves Alpha Gam.

Stuart loves clogging his arteries.

I love honey greek yogurt and blueberries.

I love Gin.

I loved taking Gin to her first concert last weekend at
Alabama Theatre.

I love Madelyn.

I love Stuart's bow-tie... and his mohawk?
(sorta, but actually, no. not really.)

Tyler loves cheese.

Boys love Ruthie.

I loved baking Stuart a Valentine treat
in the mess of the Alpha Gam kitchen.

I LOVE LISA FRANK VALENTINE'S DAY CARDS.

I love this Lisa Frank puppy.

I love these hilarious Lisa Frank puppies.

I REALLY love everything about this picture.
:)

Abby loves beards, and Jake loves Abby.

I love my geed of a roommate... The Annimal.

[And if you've made it this far, go listen to Frank Sinatra sing "Let's Fall in Love"]