Part of doctoral applications make me crazy. The other part of me is sent to an even deeper state of discernment where I confront things of which I am afraid.

A fear I have about joining/pursuing the academy as a profession is the possibility of losing touch with art, creativity, and a sense of my humanity. That sounds funny, like I’m about to run for congress, but it’s true.

There is a fear I have about striving for such intense scholarship, that my periphery may become narrow and I may, over time, forget that art/creativity/spirit is the center of all life. For me, that is writing, photography, and women.

I do not know where I am being led. But I am getting warmer. I was just perusing this website and while the photography itself is not the greatest, the themes are stunning.

I just got a call that my camera lens is ready for pick-up. 12 weeks of waiting. Get ready for some crazy ass pictures on my bloggy. I’m going to pick it up in 2 minutes. My dreams are waiting.