The Last Farm

Merry Christmas! What a good day this has been, full of family, love, and Wii.

I watched a short film the other day called The Last Farm. Over the past year or so, I have come to passionately adore short films. I love the variations that they come in whether it be adorable, profound, dark, inspiring, comical, or just weird. The Last Farm is about an aging man who has lost his wife and is coming to terms with the fact that life as he has always known it is coming to an end. The film is sad, but usually the things that are the most profound to me in any artistic setting are the things that are painful. I think it is because it's in moments of pain when we become more aware of what is important and who we are. These moments also bring opportunities for empathy, something I think the world could use a little more of.

It's seventeen minutes long and I know that anyone reading this probably doesn't have the time to watch. But, if you are going to watch anything, skip to 11:08. It is such a beautiful scene. I wish more people loved each other the way this man loved his wife. I don't think I could ask for anything more than to someday love and be loved in such a way.
- Erin

These Small Hours

I haven't written in a very long time. I realize that I never really wrote a concluding entry about Ecuador, which was my main motivation to starting this in the first place. I figured I had better do so before I move on to other things. I guess my goal when I posted this blog last December was to fill it with things that I love. I feel as though, up to this point, I have succeeded to do so. In the end, even if no one ever reads this, I will hopefully have compiled a site full of sincerity and loveliness and that will be enough for me. Ecuador seems like a very long time ago. The complicated and tiring days I have from time to time make me miss it so much and wish I could go back. Enough time has passed that I have been able to see the impact that the experience has had on my life and every time I think about it, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the brief opportunity I had to live there.

When I finally landed in the United States after my experience in Ecuador, the Rob Thomas song "Little Wonders" was playing throughout the plane as everyone filed out. I think that the song beautifully summarizes everything Ecuador was for me.

Our lives are made in these small hours
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.
Time falls away, but these small hours,
These small hours still remain.
-Rob Thomas



-Erin

10 Reasons Why I Should Not Start Blogging Again:

1. I have no time. I already go to bed way too late and get up way too early.

2. I rarely do anything consistently.

3. I have certain reservations about exploiting my thoughts via internet.

4. I would have to be able to articulate my cognitive processes with a little more clarity if I were to take them out of my head and put them in words. It's exhausting just to think about.

5. I would have to have enough cognitive processes to have something significant to write about in the first place.

6. I already spend hours on my computer every, single day. It's getting tired of me.

7. A blog will take away from other important things I should be doing...like sleeping over a text book in the library or skyping with my sister who lives down the street.

8. I will become meticulously involved with it for a period of time and it will stress me out.

9. I will start my writing aiming for profundity and end up with something rather putrescent and then be sorely disappointed.

10. I can't think of another one right now. But I'm sure it will soon be uncovered.

Here I go, regardless...

-Erin