on commuting

My mom makes fun of me every morning at 7:00am because I rush around the house finding all of the necessary equipment for my (in her words) “daily field trip” to UBC. I guess it be a pretty funny scene, seeing me stuff into my bag an umbrella, snacks, packed lunch, water bottle, books, music supply, extra sweater (actually only ½ that I brought home for the summer – I forgot how cold and rainy home gets!!!), extra socks & a tent (just kidding)…

You get the idea.
I may be a bit of a princess in that I make such a big fuss out of my daily commute to UBC, but seriously, the 1:05 bus ride each way (3 bus rides on the way home!) is the time it takes for me to walk to all my classes for the term at Queen’s.

I love Queen’s.

Initially I had great plans to use my commuting time wisely – I was going to read the book I’ve been working on so far this summer, I was going to read Scripture. I thought for a minute that my inability to read on moving things would have dissipated.

My plans were spoiled on my way to my first class Monday morning by a sudden urge to throw up all over the poor old man next to me upon opening up my Bible and reading one verse. Yes, one verse. And for the next 55 minutes the only thing I could do to hold it in was sit tightly with my hands folded in my lap and my eyes closed.

I’m weaksauce.
Having said that, my 2 hours on public transit have resulted into a lot of thinking time for me, seeing that that is all I am capable of doing.

Yesterday,
I was thinking how much I missed the lake. I missed the fact that I could walk 7 minutes at anytime of the day and spend subsequent hour(s) listening to the sound of crashing waves under the warming sun or the shining stars. I was reminded of the mornings where I would venture out and just sit on the docks before the working men would drive their boats around – where even the insects on the planks would keep their distance. And it would just be me and him.

It dawned on me how much I had holed myself up these past couple of months. Hiding and avoiding a lot of things. Not surprisingly, somewhere along the way I got blinded to the fact that beauty was all around. I had depended on things, such as the lake… or those intimate moments where I recognized the significance of everything around me. But to everything else, I had failed to acknowledge the splendour in all things that my Creator had lovingly designed.

To light and darkness, to water and land, to the vegetation, to the seasons, to winged birds, livestock, creatures that move along the ground and wild animals, to man.
‘God saw all that he had made, and it was very good’

I miss the times where I too, saw all of His goodness in all things.

I will forever hate moths and butterflies, but I’d like to see that they too, are good.
Man, God is huge.

…
Job 38-40.
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On an ending note: it is now 11:31am and I am sitting at a UBC library computer.
My 3- hour class got cut down to 45 minutes today, which left me not knowing what to do with myself seeing as how I had a lab in 3 hours and 15 minutes.

I guess I could have gone home,
But that would have been
A 2 hour bus ride
For 45 minutes at home.

1.5 hours to go. Maybe I’ll go walk around the entire campus. …. Actually with the amount of time I have I may only get halfway around (:
Brrrrrp.