Roses Among Thorns (AKA Law Books)

I’m surrounded.

By pink roses. Dozens of them. It’s not a fanciful thought. It’s a true reality. It’s amazing the things one can miss while so busy with life. Here I am actually, literally stopping to smell the roses.

I’ve been spending my days just barely existing. It’s all for a purpose and a calling, but my word, it’s been getting old. In case you, dear reader, haven’t noticed, I am in the middle of this terrible idea—law school.

We are currently enduring finals and unless you have actually taken law school final exams, at Liberty University School of Law no less, I don’t know how to describe the intensity, except to say that no one in his or her right mind would allow himself or herself to become drawn into such a life.

However, this post is not meant to whine about the rigors of this existence.

In fact, I just wanted to write about normal things.

You see, I decided to take a break after this morning/afternoon’s property final. I just leave it at one word: trauma. Go through it once and tell me something any less descriptive. It’s not dramatic. It’s accurate. A fellow classmate of mine commented today he saw property in my eyes. When I asked him to clarify what that looked like, he said, “anguish.” True story.

Can I do it? Can I just tell the story of the glorious break that I just took? I meant can, not may, first, because I really wonder if I am capable of writing on such a topic, and second, because I never ask readers for permission.

Continuing on…

I walked outside to be greeted by the most glorious spring breeze. Neighbors were out of their homes with their dogs and children were playing catch in the grass. It was so green and so cool on my feet. Then there were families, wonderful little families with babies and young children outside playing. I smiled as I passed them and said hello. How nice to see people, normal, everyday people enjoying their lives. I don’t know. It just seemed such a treat to enjoy the evening.

Later, I passed a family of geese. I would have stopped to say hello, except for the fact that either mama or papa goose (I couldn’t tell which) hissed at me as I passed the “family.” Since I have an irrational fear of geese, I walked steadily on, eyes straight ahead, confident, careful not to seem afraid, just as though I was walking past a savage dog. In my experience dogs are much more trustworthy than geese. At least dogs can’t fly.

As I was making the journey through more green grass, which I had forgotten how much I loved, I was started to almost a squeal until I realized that at my feet was not a huge rat, but rather an incredibly cute baby bunny.

And then I found myself writing about normal things.

I hope this wasn’t too random of a post. I was just so happy to take a small break and enjoy a walk outside, that I wanted to write about it.

I must go back to being diligent, but a break is sometimes necessary to continue.

I think I shall end this post with a perfect sigh of contentment before I go back to what it is I really must do.

Did you hear it? J