Back on the Bandwagon

So, after so long a time without posting anything whatsoever on my blog, I feel like I've got the bug to start typin' away again about my goings on here in Provo.  Since this is my first blog back, there are a few things that I want to cover to restart things on a great note:

Firstly:  Almost 2 months ago I sprained my ankle.  People do that from time to time, but unfortunately for me, it was bad enough that I actually tore all the ligaments in it as well, and even now there is very little that I can do on it.  One great thing though, is that I can ride my bike again, and because it's really one of the only things I CAN do, I'm doing a whole dang lot of it.  It's a good feeling.  It's as if the passion for sport has definitely reignited fully after a spring and early summer of "over-exhaustion."  So, for those of you who knew, my ankle is doing much better.  I still have a granny cankle, but it's not as bad as it used to be, which is a very very very good thing.

Secondly:  I don't know how many of you are aware of a certain tradition that has been carried on for a few years now by myself and several close friends, but for those that are not, it is called "tear-jerker Tuesdays."  On as many Tuesdays as we can manage we get together to watch a movie that can fall aptly inside the descriptive category of a "tear-jerker."  I would certainly recommend the practice, it's soothing for the soul and invigorating for the spirit.  You'd be surprised how many movies you can find out there that you can watch for it, and how often you stumble upon a new movie that surprises you in a pleasant way.  In the spirit of our latest tearjerker movie, "Patch Adams,"  I'm posting an excerpt of a poem which is featured in the movie which I really really like.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

That this: where I does not exist, nor you,
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII