I've made a poetry page and I'll be adding it soon to my site. I'm using blogger for this page but for some reason I'm having a lot of problems publishing it. Usually I don't have any problems with blogger. So that's made me in a slightly annoyed mood. I've spent way too much time trying to fix it. Oh well. Soon as I get it fixed I'll let you know. I'm pretty excited about it. It's really amazing to see my poetry up in such a format. I put up whatever poems I could find (and I felt comfortable posting) scattered through out my journals of the past 5 years. So that was interesting to skim through different journals. I hadn't done that in a while and it was so enlightening. I realized that I had been praying about certain things a lot longer than I thought. I found certain prayer requests and concerns that I thought were more recent but I've actually been thinking about for years. Each poem reflects a period or circumstance in my life. It's so interesting for me to look at them all together as a kind of anthology of my life. I can see them from my eyes, remembering that time or I can see them through the eyes of someone else. They look so different when I look at them that way.

This weekend was a melancholy, lonely weekend. I was alone for the weekend for the first time in along time. It's hard for me to be alone usually during the weekends because I live on a campus in the forest with all my friends (fellow profs). So basically we are always together. But just by some fluke last minute situation everybody left for the weekend but me. Normally, this would be no problem at all because I do well alone for extended periods of time. I'm pretty good at entertaining myself. But I was sad anyway to begin this weekend. It turned all right though because after I got over the initial surprise of being alone I started to think of all the things I would like to do but never get a chance. So I walked around the fishing villages near my university taking pictures and filming people. It was great. I love doing that. I used to do that in Jerusalem all the time. It's so meditative. You can somehow soak up the culture more. Walking dusty streets, strolling narrow alleys, passing average fishermen entering their average house gets you in touch with something basic, something foundational in the country. And by the way, I’ll put those pictures up eventually, too. I didn’t take them with a digital camera so it’s going to take me a little longer to get them up.