Where Will I Be In Cyberspace?

Since I do not have Facebook, I figured I would post some links to places online that I'll be updating, for anyone who may be interested.

New Blog (reflections, music updates, other random writing entries, etc): http://stiltstoheaven.blogspot.ca/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/stiltstoheaven

My music page: https://new.myspace.com/stiltstoheaven

Le Fin

This will likely be my last posting on the blog, as there are only five days left out here. I feel nervous regarding how I should go about writing this conclusion. I spent Thursday and Friday writing a reflection letter in class, so I'm feeling trite after such reminiscing. Today I worked on some of the final Dalama Jones songs, took a couple of different walks with some friends, ate chocolate and PB ice cream, and read in Romans. I feel as though I have been productive in respects to my art, and marginally in my brain. I still have yet to clean my cabin, which was supposed to be finished this morning. I am unfortunately lethargic and worn out at the given moment, especially emotionally. On a future-leaning note, I am being baptized in the ocean during commencement on Wednesday. This will be my first and last time fully feeling the cold repercussions of that body of water. I am looking forward to this event. :) In other random news, I have obtained a fascination towards the writings of CS Lewis. I have read around 8 pages of The Weight of Glory during the past few weeks (fairly diligent reading for my friend Mr. Graham, I would say). Here is an excerpt: "The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things - the beauty, the memory of our own past - are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers  For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not yet heard, news from a country we have never yet visited." (pages 4 & 5)

I would just like to take this writing opportunity to thank everybody who made this year possible for me, and to those who simply even thought about me while I have been out here. Thank you so much for your financial support, your prayers, your thoughts, your love. I hope that I can express a heart of gratitude toward all of you. This year included challenges, elation, struggles, depression, anxiety, seeking, discovering. This was such a worthwhile year to me, and this chapter has definitely had an affect on my life.

Sincerely,
Graham Scott Wall