If something gets in your way...

I've had a blessed life.  Every single time I've gotten it into my head/heart to do something, I've manifested the resources to do it.  I can't tell you exactly how it works, only that it does.  When I had to move across country, I did.  When I wanted to start writing books, I did.  When I went to Cuba (paid for) and came back ready to reenter academia, I did.  And that without any money in my pocket and only 2 weeks before the semester started!

And it rolls round again.  I'm up on what may be the singularly most frightening adventure of my life: graduate school.  See, I like it when things are easy, and just sort of roll into my lap.  Grad school's not like that.  You have to actually work at it, just to get the application (and all the stuff one entails) in on time, and in the right order, and to the right department, and and and.

I haven't been here in months.  I just read my profile, and found it to no longer be true.  I'm not a professional pervert anymore; it has retreated to avocation.  I'm a student.  Well, sorta.  I'm not in school right this minute, but I did finish a second BA in only 3 semesters while holding down TA work and other things.  I think I might be a scholar, but school's always been so easy for me that I wonder if I'm not just bluffing my way through because it's so easy.  On he other hand, I understand it to be true that its the things we love that seem easy that are often best aligned to our path-work.  I love being in school.  I love teaching.  I think religion is a huge issue in our world, and if the traditions do not learn what the other is made of and how to dialog--not in spite of differences but HONOR of them--we'red doomed to a world that will rip itself apart.  I can't sit by and let that happen.

So grad school it is.  I don't see how it's gonna work out yet--no idea who will accept me, or how I'm goin to pay forit. Seems irresponsible an un-adult to be so seat of the pants lassaiez-faire about it, but there it is. The magic of my  life.  Just like the line in Better Of Dead, when Cusac is being taught to ski y the cute French girl:

"Go zat way.  reeeeely fast.  If somesing gets in your way, turn."