An Oak Tree at Lagunita with a squirrel
Good Morning, God!
Yesterday morning Kit dropped Lani and Linda and me off at Lagunita — we wanted to revisit where we had spent our sophomore year. It was misting ever so slightly and it was even more lovely than it was years ago. The Oak Trees were one of my very favorite things about Stanford. Beautiful old oaks. Imagine my delight, God, at capturing a squirrel in this photo!
What I can’t capture is the Brigadoonish feeling of going back to places where you haven’t been for years and years. Places where you feel as if you could turn suddenly and bump into your younger self. Going back with my freshman roommates made this sense of being Back in Time more acute. Perhaps also, part of it was the sense of timelessness the old oaks projected. They were there BEFORE Leland Stanford came . . . before generations of girls and now, BOYS and girls, lived next to them.
Felix Kessing, my anthropology teacher, said that our class marked a turning point. We were different from the classes before us — and from the classes that followed. And, God, I have felt this in the years that followed — never clearly one or the other.
Standing there, beneath the oaks, I was thankful. Thankful for Stanford. Thankful for my friends — and classmates — and alums that have all partaken of this place. It was a Time and Place of growth. And, now, God, as I am typing away — I hear whispers — a call to once again Learn and Grow. Hmmm. A call to a Growth Mindset? Yes! AND MORE!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
And I am thankful for you!
When do you return?
Katherine
I’ll be at Arcadia Monday Nov. 8th!
Poetry is the art of saying what you mean but disguising it. – Diane Wakoski, poet (b. 1937)