chomp

This morning I finally witnessed Calvin eating a cricket. It was a big one, too, all wiggly. I wonder what it's like to eat something whole that's alive and that's as big as your head. Do different crickets have different flavors? I might not mind a cricket if it was covered in peanuty-chocolate substance - like Reese's Puff cereal, which is basically corn balls covered in candy.

My mind's been pretty active recently (mainly the last 48 hours or so), which means I've been writing a lot, which equals good. I've been a little disappointed in the fact that I've been pretty lazy lately, thinking-wise, or feel like I have anyway. I've been thinking and writing about: death and the beauty and meaning of steadfast, sacrificial love; of not being insulated from pain and brokenness; of reading books written by people I value and learn from, some written on paper but most written on lives, on my life; and seeing lives of young women I've met here and not understanding why I'm not them, and it hurts. I've been talking about these things too, which is extra good.