obituary reading

As I reflect on what it is to loose someone who was close to me or even distant to me but who has had an impact on my life, I found myself familiarizing with this weeks reading in "Living the Narrative Life." I know this might sound awful, but I lost about 2 friends a year all throughout high school, and the last year of my undergraduate life I lost my grandma on December 23rd and my roommate 2 months before that.

However, in staying relevant to the reading, my Ed is Dr. Brooks, who taught English at Texas A&M. I didn't know him personally, I didn't know his family, and I only had coffee with him on 2 occasions and spoke to him on about 6 occasions. He did however, make a lasting impact on my passion for writing and literature. I have had about three inspirations throughout my education to maintain my passion for literature and writing and he is one. I guess it was the way he taught the text, or perhaps the intensity of his lectures, or maybe because he had a genuine love for all literature and all types of writing. Dr. Brooks passed away a few years back, and I didn't find it appropriate for me to attend his funeral (personal reasons) but I did take out an old folder from my folder filer and read some old notes and reflected on his class; what a joy it was to be in that class.

Let The Mind Wonder

Okay so here is my first post of the semester for this class. I came to thinking when reading the assigned text called "Walking," that I tend to do much of what he is talking about. Back when I lived in College Station, I lived right across the street from central park. This park was filled with trees, a pond, and just a relaxing atmosphere, and back when I was athletic (I am getting back into this habit, slowly but surely), I use to run and take walks twice a day. I remember how peaceful it was to be able to think, to be able to breathe in natures air, and to reminisce on good old times.

I wonder, have we strayed away from much of this "Walking" or do we still find time to do so? However, the bad thing is that walking can become so mechanized and routine that it too can take away from the aura of walking. I can say that when I did have the opportunity to do so, I felt the most happiest and most peace because in a sense I was free. It is funny how we can take the little things in life for granted like walking, but now that I have begun my walking for this semester I feel less stressed and energetic.