I had some very interesting, thought provoking classes at the beginning of the week. For my choreography class, we got to travel to the National Portrait Gallery for a private lecture on some of the most popular pieces, as well as time to wander. There was a new addition to the gallery, a sculpture that a man had made with his own blood and a mold of his head. The piece has to be refrigerated and is redone every five years. It was fascinating to say the least, and quite the level of commitment on the artist's part. My assignment for this upcoming week is to create my own self-portrait, but don't worry, I won't be drawing any blood, even though I have been reading the Twilight series. Throughout the rest of the week, I had a craving for McDonald's that I had to satisfy. Thursday was my splurge day: went to my one class, ate lunch at McD's and then found a cute coffee shop where I enjoyed scones and tea (a classic brit treat) while I read New Moon. Tea has been my comfort drink here in London, perhaps because it's cheaper and easier to make than coffee. The weather is slowly changing in to the rainy, windy Autumn I had been expecting a while ago. I am loving the transformation of the trees and colors around England, and it's making me excited for the holidays. However, I do not envy my friends who are enduring the freezing temperatures up in Moscow, Idaho. Maybe since winter came early, it will leave early...there is always hope.
Friday afternoon, I left on a bus to the Lake District, which is in Northern England close to Scotland. It took us nine hours to get there and during our pit stop my phone made its way out of my pocket and in to the toilet which left me a tad bit hopeless for a good weekend, but the following experiences were totally worth it. I thought I would have to travel to Ireland to see such beauty as I did when I woke up the next morning and looked out my window. Mountains and lakes, rolling green hills covered with trees and sheep, lined with stone walls surrounded us for miles. Peace and beauty filled my heart and my spirit rose. I went zip lining on a mountain across a river. It was quite the rush. A beautiful view of the land. I also did some coracle building where we built a bowl-shaped raft out of recycled plastic tubes, a tarp, and tape. My team did an excellent job with our structure. It worked! We ended the afternoon by jumping in to the ice cold creek. The hot shower that followed never felt so good. It was definitely an adventure weekend, and what a ride it was.
All these moments, the good and the indifferent, have led me to start questioning my future. Sometimes when I have adventure weekends, I don't feel like I'm in school and instead I fantasize about being a traveler for the rest of my life. Sometimes I forget that I am still working towards a degree and that the end is coming soon. I am enjoying these adventures, and I do enjoy Laban and all that I'm learning. But what happens when my time is up here? Where do I go? Where does dance fit in to my life? What does God have planned and is it the same as what I think it is? Do I have a dream, a passion so strong for something that I can go out in to the "real world" and make it a reality? A career? Commit my life and time and energy to? And is it dance? Should I be planning ahead? How do I plan when I don't know what my goal is? I am uncertain about what lies ahead, but I am confident that God will lead me. Time is closing in on me, and I am learning to rest in God, to not be busy at heart, and to be at peace with what I know now. The answers will come, my life will serve a greater purpose. God would ruin my plans anyway. I think this time around, I may wing it. If you have any advice, I'm all ears.
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