Pilot

I've wanted a blog for a while now. I hate writing in my journal, I get impatient with my racing mind and lethargic hand. I felt intimidated with the prospect of starting an on-line journal that people may or may not see. I didn't want to be someone who got obsessed over their blog or got too worried over whether people read it or not.  I feel that especially with having sisters who have superb writing skills. I came to this conclusion:  this is MY mind and I will write MY words, whether or not people can understand or think that I have terrible writing. I need an outlet, you know?

I am a student of Public Health. I have no desire to do anything in it. My passion lies with midwifery and the birthing paradigm. I love studying birth. I love telling people about modern misconceptions, even if it means chasing them down the hall to make them listen (if you want to know more, I dare you to ask me). My most powerful, spiritual experiences have occurred while attending births; I can't imagine a more beautiful thing than watching a mother go through the hardest event in her life to bring a life into this world.
I have a twin sister on a mission in Taiwan whom I adore and hold in high esteem.
I live with my sister Rachel and her husband Jon, along with my unconditionally-loving nephew named Chai. I get to see them every day, and I have been blessed to have relationships that are strong enough to go to hell and back, instead of crumbling and rotting when offense is made/given. They are very loving people to me, and their wise counsel helps give me clarity in my life.
My boyfriend of two years is Brian, and I love him to death! He gives me a lot of comfort and courage when life gets hard. He's patient, quirky, and passionate. He is obsessed with music, the universe, and his family. Two years is a long time to get to know someone, and I'm always learning something new about my boyfriend.

My blog's title come's from my twin sister's band, "Searching for Celia". One night after visiting a friend in on campus, I came to Diana's band practice to pick her up so we may return to home for the night. Her band eagerly showed me a song they had made up on a whim. They had dubbed "Rave", and they wanted my approval  They turned on their strobe lights, turned on the colored affects, and began. The song made me buzz with excitement, and I felt pumped with the way the band members moved together and felt the song as one. It was the first time I REALLY saw them perform as a band. When it was over, I SQUEALED with excitement! I couldn't stop gushing over how much I loved the song, and the band laughed at my joy. Over time, the song was renamed "Serendipity, Mary", in honor of me. I didn't even know what serendipity meant at the time, but seeing my name in the title was magical for me. I was worth remembering, and with fondness, too! I was special enough to have a song named after me! I felt like I had a part in something fantastic and big, even if I were not a real member of SFC. It gave me a bond to the band and to my sister.  With time, after I looked up the definition of "serendipity",  I came to understand that the song was very much a fortunate accident. Maybe (hopefully), this blog will be serendipitous for someone else.

Any whoo. Gush gush and more gushing. This is the song being performed by Searching for Celia.