Whirlwind of Kleenex

Five years ago I was referring to everyone I knew with code names. It's true. You can go back and look if you want. I think it had something to do with internet safety. Maybe.

Four years ago I was lamenting my procrastination habit and emo-quoting Dashboards "Swiss Army Romance"

Three years ago, I was enrolled in Driver's ed, and had the epic "being pulled over on my 3rd drive ever for going too slowly" story to tell all my friends.

Two years ago, I was debating myspace vs. blog. I made my choice, and I'd like to believe that it kept my soul inside of my body.

One year ago, I was taking my first listen to the Fair cd. It is still so good that it make me shake my head in delight.

And now? I'm a little bit sick, and am, as I glance back, listening to Debussy's "Beau Soir," and Frank Martin's "Sanctus" with a still sense of wonder. So much have I to be thankful for. So much. You have no idea. Or maybe you do, because maybe you have seen miracles done in your life, and are yet striving for new growth. So much.

Sanctus Dei. Kyrie eleison.