Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Posted: **May 27th, 2009, 2:19 pm**

Graduation Day

June 2006.
In black cermonial muumuu and cap,
I graduated.

Three springs later,
The ghost of who I was hoping to be
should have been walking forward
with a Master's degree in hand.

Graduation day has come and gone.
I have yet to apply to graduate school.
Illness, life, fear. Dreams put on hold.

This is where I want to stand
yet I see the crumbling of my foundation,

sand around my feet.

Next application season,
perhaps my dreams will be attainable.
The someday of tomorrow
may one day be my present.

-LT

Posted: **May 27th, 2009, 4:08 pm**

when time is ready
you will hear it call
softly in your ear...

Posted: **May 28th, 2009, 12:26 am**

Ahhh Lucy....the best sandcastles are never built in a day!!!!
Besides you already have a masters, in life!!!!
Good to read you as always.
I've missed you!!!
H

Posted: **May 30th, 2009, 7:24 pm**

Okay, I have no idea where this image came from, but check out the last few pages of Foucault's "Archaeology of Knowledge". I'm also struck by the impatience implied here. Before you know it, tomorrow will be yesterday.

And yes, that was trvial and I'm sure you've heard it a million times.

Posted: **May 31st, 2009, 1:22 pm**

so long!!!!!!! great to know about you again lucy!!!!!!!!