yes.

Today I started listening to political hip-hop (or underground hip-hop) and discovered I really enjoy it. "Prophetic hip hop."  It hardly seems possible that this semester is only two weeks old.  But at least the doomsday clock was moved back a minute.   

And besides 18 credits, I find myself interwoven into the ideas and actions of these "clubs":

Intercollegiate Peace Fellowship,

Earthkeepers, 

Sustainable Food Intiative, 

Rich Young Rulers,

Safespaces, 

and MRI. 

(too much) and yet, this is life. Not busyness but being engaged in the things that stir my soul, that wake me up, in the interactions of late night conversations, the questions of eight-year old children (brilliance, to quickly forgotten), brainstorming, reading and studying tea parties on my friends' floors, lectures that send my mind wandering and stumbling toward truth-telling and understanding mysteries, winter lanes, cooking food and sharing meals, laughter and confessions of self that require humility and vulnerability. 

This year has been pervaded with a sense of hope, anticipation. The acknowledgment that God is still speaking.