Exactly two hours and two years ago, I wrote this poem in my journal:
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leafs a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down today
Nothing gold can stay
After two years, that poem still remains true. Both sad and hopeful.
I am reading A Sacred Flame, the book about Edgar Tufts and the history of Lees-McRae College. It is a huge story, the story of this land, and God has allowed me to write a couple of paragraphs.
I’ve grown closer to Mason through directing him in Next. It opens in two days. I’ve learned so much directing this piece. I feel so at home and so complete when I’m directing.
Sarah’s been a bit down. It’s mainly due to her broken ankle, but some things have happened with her friends that have made her sad, but she isn’t telling me the details. I’ve been waiting on her and helping her while her foot is out of service.
It’s been two years since I left to visit Arizona. That means Brandon’s kid is almost two years old.
I received a wedding invitation the mail today, it was from Jeni. She is marrying David. I guess this means he isn’t gay anymore.
Who was I before Lees-McRae?
Shortly after I arrived, there was a special girl named Jeni, whom I said hello to.
And now there’s a special girl named Sarah, whom I’ll say goodbye to.
