September 15, 2012

Matters of the Heart

Matters of the heart...
Those words just about sum up the past two weeks for me.
I'm constantly discovering and deciphering new things about the device at my core,
It's chambers and valves,
Pumping blood and emotion,
Desperately wicked, above all things,
And yet, above all things, marvelously redeemed. 
Consequently, the transpiring events have been of the greatest significance.
At least to me.

Thing One:
The band.

{Image courtesy of Creat10ns Media}
Yes, I'm in a band.
We recorded our first song last week, 
And the fantastic folks at Creat10ns Media spent this week making a music video for us.
Ladies and gentlemen, 
Readers and bloggers of all ages,
I give you Wolfhead. 
(Shameless advertising pitch: We do have a Facebook page, which you are more than welcome to visit and like.) 
Which brings me to...
Thing Two:
This boy.
Thaddeus Staton:
The mastermind behind the music,
And the greatest gift I have ever been given.
He's a genius,
Musically, creatively, and otherwise,
And in general pretty awesome.
{Image courtesy of Creat10ns Media}
I've suddenly found myself in the very curious position of wondering how I've possibly lived nineteen years
Without him.
For the sake of my readers, 
I'll defer my girlish delight and raptures and just say that I'm the happiest of humans,
And am greatly look forward to all of the music he and I get to create together in the future. 

Thing Three:
Another anniversary.
A year ago today I checked into the Eating Disorder Facility at NYSPI.
A year ago today, I moved to New York City and began, in great earnest, the hardest part of my journey to recovery.
A year ago today I weighed just under 90 lbs.
A year later, I'm not only beating the odds, and statistics greatly out of favor, B
ut am also being reminded of just how far I've come.
God is so good, and I just need to look around me to be reminded in a hundred thousand ways. 
I am enthralled by the amount of sky here:
It's as if the entire vault of heaven has been opened and spread out for our viewing pleasure. 
Truth be told, the view and weather isn't going to be like this much longer, 
And although I love Winter,
I still am trying to soak up every glorious drop of sunshine.
I hope your weekend is going as marvelously as mine!
Don't forget to be thankful.

September 4, 2012

A Higher Education

It's finally happened:
I'm officially a college student.
(As a side note, I had to backspace and retype the word "officially" four times to get the spelling correct. So much for graduating high school.)
After a year of trying to regain my health and attending the school of Life,
I have begun my first week at Northland International University,
And I'm loving it.
First of all, I live in the woods.
I sometimes am tempted to walk out into one of the fields and write simplistic essays in the vein of Thoreau, 
But my living in a dorm and attending classes in tall, air-conditioned buildings kind of negates that sentiment.
Campus is lovely.
I love waking up to fog in the morning:
It feels like home.
So far things have been very overwhelming,
Yet not at all hectic.
Trying to fall into a schedule,
Become accustomed to classes,
Complete assignments,
And be sociable can be a bit taxing,
But they somehow make it easy here.
On Sunday I went with an extension group to a church an hour or so away.
It was one of those stunning days with a vast, blue sky, and slight breeze.
After the service, the pastor took us down to Lake Michigan, where we waded for several hours.
I'm in love with the Great Lakes, how they are just reminiscent enough of the ocean to leave me quite happy.
(Translation: I spent two hours sloshing knee deep in water and squealing like a little girl.)
I could definitely live near one and be happy.
So far, the hardest part of college is probably breaking out of my box and getting to know other people:
Sitting down at a table with an empty seat,
And introducing myself.
I've found a few people who are crazy in a way similar to me,
And I have several I've already become quite close to.
In the short week that has already passed, God has already been directing my attention to serious areas of need in my spiritual life, most especially that of sheer reliance and rest in Him.
It seems that every time I turn around I'm ten miles from Christ and trying to walk through a marshy bog by myself. I'm so thankful that he seemingly never tires of rescuing me from myself.
I am blessed.
So as my days turn into a blur of classes,
Piano lessons,
Voice lessons,
Piano practice, 
Voice practice,
Choir practice,
Play practice,
And tests,
Blog posts may be few and far between.
However, I dearly hope to continue to throw words on here, 
And keep the world updated with my college adventures.
And if anyone wants to write me
(You all know how I love my snail mail, and to my blog-pen-pals out there that I already write, I have no intention of stopping now! *Evil grin*)
My address is
Grace Doolittle
Box #105 Northland International University
W 10085 Pike Plains RD
Dunbar, WI 54119-9285.
I hope to hear from you soon.