When I started this blog thing, I meant to be faithful and write an entry at least once a week.
But here I am over a month later and I have only written two entries. There are lots of things I could write about that are work related, but due to confidentiality regulations, legally, I can't share much. But if I could...it would curl your hair! One thing about working in a psychiatric facility--never a dull moment. So instead, I will write about this little town I find myself in.
M. is a college town, and rather provincial. The folks are quite friendly, though, and take pride in their town and it's history. Many buildings pre-date the Civil War, and a few are over 200 years old. Antebellum homes abound. A literary icon called this berg home, and her farm is a few miles from the outskirts.
M. also boasts a vibrant downtown, and for a place this small, a fair amount of nightlife. Several bars and restaurants showcase live music. There is a movie plex with six screens, and a small mall. Of course, there is a Super Wal Mart. There are two nearby lakes for those who enjoy the water. I look forward to autumn, which is a very pleasant season in the deep south. I plan to take advantage of some of the outdoor activities that this area offers.
I am comfortable with a variety of Christian traditions and have gotten involved in the Nazarene church here. They are like the Methodists used to be, and as a Methodist with a holiness background, I am very at home there. I enjoy the vibrant worship and sound, biblical teaching and preaching. The folks there have taken me in and made me one of their own. I also appreciate more liturgical worship, and have been attending the Saturday evening Eucharist at the 170 year old Episcopal church. The tradition and beauty behind the liturgy are like an oasis for my soul.
If one appreciates traditional Southern/Soul food, the best in the world can be found right here. (And I DO so love it!). Fried chicken, catfish, greens served with deep fried fatback (it really is good!) , corn bread biscuits, and peach cobbler make the world go 'round.
I haven't explored as much as I would like. Waiting for the dog days to pass, I suppose. A few people have asked me if I plan to stay here when I finish my internship. I honestly can't say. I do know this: I miss the green hills and valleys of home. And I can almost hear my Celtic anscestors calling me to a place with hills and mountain streams. That place could be the place I was raised, or it may be Ireland. I will know it when I find it, and I will know that I am home.
But here I am over a month later and I have only written two entries. There are lots of things I could write about that are work related, but due to confidentiality regulations, legally, I can't share much. But if I could...it would curl your hair! One thing about working in a psychiatric facility--never a dull moment. So instead, I will write about this little town I find myself in.
M. is a college town, and rather provincial. The folks are quite friendly, though, and take pride in their town and it's history. Many buildings pre-date the Civil War, and a few are over 200 years old. Antebellum homes abound. A literary icon called this berg home, and her farm is a few miles from the outskirts.
M. also boasts a vibrant downtown, and for a place this small, a fair amount of nightlife. Several bars and restaurants showcase live music. There is a movie plex with six screens, and a small mall. Of course, there is a Super Wal Mart. There are two nearby lakes for those who enjoy the water. I look forward to autumn, which is a very pleasant season in the deep south. I plan to take advantage of some of the outdoor activities that this area offers.
I am comfortable with a variety of Christian traditions and have gotten involved in the Nazarene church here. They are like the Methodists used to be, and as a Methodist with a holiness background, I am very at home there. I enjoy the vibrant worship and sound, biblical teaching and preaching. The folks there have taken me in and made me one of their own. I also appreciate more liturgical worship, and have been attending the Saturday evening Eucharist at the 170 year old Episcopal church. The tradition and beauty behind the liturgy are like an oasis for my soul.
If one appreciates traditional Southern/Soul food, the best in the world can be found right here. (And I DO so love it!). Fried chicken, catfish, greens served with deep fried fatback (it really is good!) , corn bread biscuits, and peach cobbler make the world go 'round.
I haven't explored as much as I would like. Waiting for the dog days to pass, I suppose. A few people have asked me if I plan to stay here when I finish my internship. I honestly can't say. I do know this: I miss the green hills and valleys of home. And I can almost hear my Celtic anscestors calling me to a place with hills and mountain streams. That place could be the place I was raised, or it may be Ireland. I will know it when I find it, and I will know that I am home.
posted by Fannie Ryan @ 1:04 PM
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