"15x90" by Gloria Sun, 2019 My name is Gloria Sun. I am a student of the Wellesley College Class of 2020, studying Architecture, and formerly Biochemistry. For my Spatial Investigations studio, our first assignment was to create a personal map of the campus. Inspired by instant film, social media, Google map street views, field sampling … Continue reading 15×90 — A Personal Map of Wellesley College
Photo by Elizabeth Lies Yup. It's 2019, and the oceans aren't going to clean themselves. When God gave man dominion over the earth, we were meant to rule over it with stewardship and wisdom. Not to exploit its resources, or each other. Although we are called to be in this world, but not of this … Continue reading Joining the Club (Starting with a Phone Case)
Entropy works against us consistently, creating disorder and chaos. That's the way of the universe now (after the Fall).
Nobody actually wants clutter. We don't set our new year's resolution to live a more cluttered life.
However, if we're not intentional about what we allow to remain in our life, we end up with unintentional objects, relationships, and achievements.
And who wants that? It's human nature to desire a meaningful life.
It's easy to be fooled, though. Worldly possessions can't fill the void within our hearts, which desire and long for more.
Because things are just things -- neither good nor bad. They can make us happy for a while, but that kind of happiness never lasts.
Photo by Jackson Douglas Living well. What does that mean to you? Does it fit a particular aesthetic, income level, or location? Does a good life involve a change in mindset? If so, is it hard to do? Just like every other consumer in America, I've bought into the promise that better life is just a … Continue reading I’m Becoming a Minimalist!
One of the great things about living in the States again is that we can slowly begin exploring the states we haven't been to yet. America is as large as it is diverse, and my friends tell me that regional stereotypes do hold some truth in them yet. Anyway, during this vacation, I did not … Continue reading Christmas 2018 in Taos, New Mexico
Photo by Christopher Burns You wouldn't ask a toddler to run a marathon. You wouldn't make her sprint 100m, even if it's a comparatively short distance for someone older, either. There's a reason why physical development happens in stages. Just because she knows how to move forward with some baby steps, doesn't mean she's ready to … Continue reading Reconstruction
Lately, I've gathered so much tension in my head, I figured out how to wiggle my ears. (By activating a muscle I didn't know was in my control.) Part of it is a "what if" question. One which seems so big, I can only look to God for answers, help, and hope. Part of it … Continue reading Foundations
[inhales] I remain, having completed another circuit around the sun. But what does it mean to enter another decade, this time around? And specifically, what does it mean to be myself -- a young woman, of Chinese descent, living in America, in 2018 -- and to exist in that context? I remember how I felt … Continue reading Turning Twenty
A guest post by Sun Requiem.
A Note For My 8 Year Old Self
Oh, Gloria. You often wonder who you will be in a dozen years. (A lifetime and a half away.) Well, it’s me, and our twentieth birthday is just around the corner. You may not believe it, but I can, because I have watched the girl before me fight for each year in the life ahead of her.
I want you to know some things before you start growing up.
Although you may come last in every race you run and swim, you are far stronger than the world will ever let you know. Even though you shake and stutter when you speak, you are brave for even trying. That’s because ability doesn’t always reveal strength and courage: they are characteristics of your heart, just like curiosity and kindness. Likewise…
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Dear Eight-Year-Old Me, Come here, love. I want to hug you. I want to tell you some things about yourself that you don’t know yet. You see, I know the thoughts you keep to yourself. They are all the things you hate about yourself. The roundness of your face. The smallness of your eyes and … Continue reading Guest Post: “A Letter To My Eight-Year-Old Self,” by We Wander Through