Filling an Empty Place

Today is my last day in Bloomington for awhile. I'm just finishing up some last-minute tasks before heading off to India again. Although I am excited to return, this time I am acutely aware of the people and places I'm leaving behind, even if only temporary. There is a good amount of sadness mixed with the excitement. I am the happiest I've been in a long time, but more conscious of the consequences of time and choice. I will miss dearly my family and friends, old and new. Although this will certainly be an adventure, it will be one that has been planned for me, and it will involve a great deal of work and learning.

Here's a poem I published a couple of years after my last trip to India:

The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make.

Here, check this link out. It's Yale's open online courses. They have a plethora of subjects available; each course has transcripts, audio, and video for an entire semester, with reading assignments and downloaded material. Pretty sweet, although I can't vouch for any of the material. I'm checking out the only philosophy class, which is a freshman-level introductory course on death, and it seems decent. Although, it makes me wonder how obsessed Yale professors are about their image. Maybe it's just that guy.

It's been awhile since I've said much of anything here, and I intend to write more since I'm leaving home for a long while, so I'll catch you up.