Some of you may know that I am a beginning herb gardener! I've always had a dream to have a cute little window box full of herbs to cook with, and I started living my dream this spring. About a month ago, I poked some little oregano and basil seeds in the ground, not really knowing what I was doing. And they grew! And grew and grew! And they ended up looking like this:
Thursday, June 4, 2009
From pinching to pesto
Monday, June 1, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Nauvoo
Let's start with a math Problem:
One small Ford Focus
+ Five girls
+ Five girls worth of stuff
+ Food for Four days
+ 8 hours of driving
Equals the beginning of quite an adventure to Nauvoo, Illinois.
At this point of the trip, I had no idea what kind of self discovery and spiritual learning lay ahead of me in the next few days...

This is Brie, Me, and Trish. The backseat crew. "I call backseat, middle, feet on the hump! I'm the hump girl, riding the hump all the way to NAUVOO!" I didn't actually call the hump, but it just turned out that way. It was fine.

Isn't the Mississippi River amazing and beautiful at sunset? This is the first place we visited... the end of Parley Street, the path the saints took as they were being driven out of their lovely city. To me, this spot represents leaving everything you know, and what you are comfortable with, and turning your path over to Heavenly Father to guide you through the unknown frontiers ahead. And since that's a concept I'm trying hard to grasp right now, the edge of the Mississippi River at the end of Parley's Street meant a lot to me this time around.

Trish, Amy, Annalaura, Rachel, Brie, and Me.
My lovely church friends.
I love getting to know and understand people better, and I got to do a lot of that with these girls while in Nauvoo.

Westward Ho! This is us in a Nauvoo Wagon.
"So... where are you all from?"
"Kalamazoo, Michigan!"
We got to say that a lot this weekend.

I love this picture and I have to give credit to Trish for her awesome photography skillz. This is the Nauvoo temple seen through the 3rd story window of the Cultural Hall. The floor on which we stood as Trish took this picture is the floor on which Joseph Smith drew the route the saints would take from Nauvoo to the place that the Lord had prepared for them. He also drew a picture of the Salt Lake valley... the way Brigham Young knew when to say "This is the right place!"

This is the Nauvoo temple again through the eye of Trish's camera, and between a statue of Joseph and Hyrum Smith.
"Praise to the Man who communed with Jehovah...
... Millions shall know Brother Joseph again!"
What an amazing adventure this Nauvoo vacation turned out to be! I was hesitant to go, but I'm really glad I did. Despite the crowded car, buggy air, snoring tent-mates, and sunburned skin, I had a truly wonderful experience. Hearing the stories of courage and strength of the persecuted saints through their nearly unbearable trials boosts my own faith and strength to make it through my trivial hardships. It is amazing to look at the past to learn lessons for the future. Because of the faith and obedience of the people of Nauvoo, I feel like I have renewed strength and courage to turn my own will over to God, proceed into the scary unknown, and be sure that I'll be guided and cared for.
And this is part of what I learned about myself in Nauvoo, Illinois: May 22-25, 2009.
Here's the other part:
Man, I've got growing up to do! I can feel some hefty life changes coming up in the not-too distant future, and I need to be ready. How does anyone ever become the person they want/need to be? I'll tell you... faith and hard work. I'm declaring this the summer of Jamilyn self-revision. Time to work. Time to make things happen. Time to break old bad habits and replace them with good new ones. Time to take things seriously. Time to grow up.
This is me, standing at the edge of the Mississippi River, feeling inadequate, scared, and unprepared. But going forward with faith.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Not a Typical Jamilyn Post but...
"Summer in the city,
I'm so lonely lonely lonely,
But don't get me wrong dear,
In general I think I'm doing quite fine,
But when it's summer in this city
and you are long gone from this city,
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes."
-Regina Spektor
I'm not really the type of MG to devote an entire blog post to how much I miss my missionary. But right now it's on my mind and I feel like telling people about it. There are several factors that contribute to this magnitude of missing. 1) School is out and I don't have a job yet which means I'm not staying as busy as usual. Busy-ness= one of my best antidotes for loneliness. 2) I've been doing a lot of mission scrapbooking lately, which is GOOD cause I seriously need to
catch up, but it also surrounds me with the reminder that he is there and not here, ya know? 3) We recently decided to be 100% obedient on the email rules, so instead of using gmail which is fast and reliable and good for sending pictures, we use myldsmail which is none of those things. Now email Monday is slightly frustrating. 4) I'm in a phase that I'm calling the 14 month slump. The excitement of the year mark has worn off, and the remaining ten months seem like an eternity!! And I'm feeling more than slightly disconnected. *sigh*
I usually type up excerpts of Nathan's letters for his family and friends to read on his mission blog. But this last letter was more specifically to me than the general mission info I usually type up. But I'm gonna type some of it here on my own blog in case any of the Morris's etc. want to read it.
May 11, 2009-
" How are ya, buddy? Man, I wish I could have gotten a response from you this p-day. It's too bad I had to get off the computers so soon. I really would have liked to talk longer, but maybe I can bring the topic up again later. Just have faith in us being strong, both temporally and spiritually. I hope that once I get home, you won't be so nervous about me and you. Just know that I would rather go through the hard times together instead of having to do it without you.
I'm totally chillin in the ZLs apartment. We just got done watching one of the best baseball games ever. The Round Rock express just barely won 6-5 in the 9th. It was a really good one. It was so hot there. You should so see my tan now. My watch tan line is out of control. "It's the BOM.com" -favorite quote from the phone call. I've decided that I would be a lot happier of a missionary if I could have a nightly phone call with you. I guess I will have to do with a weekly letter. About phone calls... every member of my family told me how awesome you are. Just thought you should know. You are dearly loved in my family.

OH did I tell you that I got to hear little baby Samuel's voice!? It was the best. Beckstrom babies rock. Who's gonna have the next one? Do you think an Em and Dave would look as cute? Do Thomas baby girls look as cute as AB babies? How many more kids will be added? It's so weird o think about where the family will end up. :)
There was a way good talk given on Mothers Day by the wife of the ward mission leader and it made me think of what I wanted for the mother of my children, and it made me think of you. She said that the three things she thought of when she thinks of her mother are as follows:
1. charity
2. example
3. patience
So the many reasons why this reminded me of you are thus... I have seen your charity grow so much through out our relationship and while I have been serving away from you too. For example, how you are willing to see Ishtar for the person God loves, not just the way other people do. That you are so willing to help the missionaries in your branch. That you prepare lessons and magnify your callings. That you saw me for who I was and who I could be. That you even stuck around to help me become better, and that you still continue to strengthen me and lift me and better me every day.
You are an example to me for sure! And if we were to have kids that turned out exactly like you, I would be so happy. Your example makes me wanna do better and I know that your children will feel the same way. I know a lot of people look up to you and they should. You are a great woman. You're always trying to be the best you can be.

Lets talk about patience. First off, waiting for me for two years, not to mention how patient you were with me while I was trying to grow up and while I'm still trying. You always make sure things are well thought out... such as choosing your husband and what not. lol. :) Also the way you work with little Beckstrom kids.
All of the above is why I would pick you. There is a lot more, but this should do for now. I'm just trying to say... I'm ready when you are. September 2010 is just a goal to pray for. I haven't even proposed yet. I'm not even home yet!! If you want to make it a target date, or get rid of the date all together, we can do that.
I love you so much. I'm so proud of you babe!
Heart, your "co-captain" Morris"
Mmm-k. so I may feel disconnected and a bazillion years away from when he comes home, and lonely and weary, but I'm still waiting. Something tells me it's worth it.
"God be with you till we meet again;
When life’s perils thick confound you;
Put His arms unfailing round you;
God be with you till we meet again."
When life’s perils thick confound you;
Put His arms unfailing round you;
God be with you till we meet again."

Monday, May 11, 2009
Recently
This time between school ending and me figuring out what I'm going to do with my summer is turning out to be kind of lame.
I did play in the Guest Orchestra for the Michigan Youth Arts Festival last weekend. That was fun. It was a college All-State-ish orchestra where the supposed "best orchestra players" from Michigan universities were invited to come accompany the MYAF concerto competition winners. However, I don't think anyone from U of M or MSU graced us with their presence. But because of that, I was able to lead the cello section, which was fun!! Not to mention, it was a good opportunity to build my resume and repertoire, and make a few bucks doing it. And I've decided that Zack Boyt and I need to be stand partners forever. The end.
Remember when I first moved to Michigan and I lived in the party apartment for two weeks with the constant beer pong and loud animal sex roommates? Well... congrats to roommate Allison, who just gave birth to a 10 lb. baby boy! I can't help but notice that it's almost exactly 9 months ago that I lived there with them. I probably overheard that conception. Weird and gross.
I bought a bike. It's a hybrid Raleigh Venture 3.0 that I have named Snow White. It's so fun to ride and I'm sure we'll have great adventures this summer. Woot! Nathan tells me that my thighs will be amazing. lol. Oh jeez.
You may have noticed that I have new summer goals on my blog side bar. I'm excited to get working on them and become a better person by the end of August. None of them are cello goals. I'm going to make an entirely different list of cello goals, cause I've gotta get a lot done. Recital, you may ask? I'll letcha know.
Mothers day was great, wasn't it? Church was fantastic, then I took an entirely too long nap. I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, and to my delight, it was Elder Morris!! We had a nice long talk about what ever... and this is my absolute favorite thing in the world to do. I could talk to that man till the day I die. And after April 2010, I think I just might. :)
And the Sound of Music was on TV!!! And I watched the whole thing!!! I don't think I've watched that since... maybe since Jr. High. Man, it's good. What a classic! And I totally didn't mean to cry when Captain VonTrapp sings Edelweiss, but I couldn't help it. And I woke up this morning singing "I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN SUNSHINE!! I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN RAIN!"
And I got to think about all of the great things I love about my Mother. I am a lucky girl, because seriously, my mom rocks. She loves life and loves everything else. Everything she does, she does with passion. She is great with little children and animals. She taught me to know who I am and to be it. She taught me to be open minded and to learn things for myself. She taught me, and continues to teach me about faith and hope. She is an amazing example to me of constant self-progression. From her I've inherited the gifts of procrastination and perfectionism. But also optimism and spontaneity, creativity, love of music, fast driving, and tender-heartedness. She taught me to read and to love books. I love poetry because of her. I love art because of her. I love John Denver because of her. She prayed for me to come to our family... I love that. She still prays for me every day, I'm pretty sure. She loves me no matter what stupid mistakes I make again and again. She loves me even though I am a vegetarian and I live in Michigan and I play the cello. She lets me follow my dreams and she believes in me. Plus she has cancer, and she LIVED! I know she doesn't like being celebrated for living through cancer, but I think it's worth celebrating, so I do. And we bond over American Idol. And I love her.
I had a meeting with the director of the Art Department this morning to discuss my placement as a Graduate Assistant in the Art Department next year. Perhaps I'll be editing art films, or recording film soundtracks, or helping to manage the department budget, or cataloging the art collection. Man, what ever I end up doing is going to be something completely different than my cello teaching assistantship. But I'm excited to learn and diversify my skillz.
And I FINALLY have an interview with the people from Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp this afternoon. Jeez, I applied FOREVER ago. If they offer me a teaching/playing position, I think I'll take it. Otherwise, it's not worth my time I don't think. I'd rather just stay in Kzoo and do my thing.
And that's what's going on in the life of Jamilyn... May 2009.
Love you all!
I recently discovered Google Earth
Monday, May 4, 2009
Spring Goals Evaluation

- The time has come to once again evaluate my spring semester goals. And I'm just gonna say from the start, it was kind of a dismal semester indeed.
- 1. SLEEP 11PM TO 7AM. Result... not good. I did this maybe 15 times throughout the semester. I know that I feel better and do better at life when I do. I DID get 8 hours of sleep most nights though. Those 8 hours just happened to be at less healthy times of the night. I'll continue to work on this.
- 2. EXERCISE M-F. Result... FAIL! I exercised sometimes, but definitely not regularly. And my stress level and pot belly are the proof. I am ashamed.
- 3. GET A 4.0. Result... YES!!! Finally, something I DID do! Woo Hoo!
- 4. PRACTICE A MINIMUM OF 4 HOURS A DAY. Result... Decent. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I definitely did better at this post-spring break. And it shows in my progress. Once I made a learning schedule for myself things went 12X better.
- 5. CELLO AND HOMEWORK BEFORE INTERNET. Result... I think this was a silly goal. Let me tell you why. When you practice 4 hours a day, you need practice breaks, And when the computer lab is so close to the practice rooms, blogging and facebook seem like logical break activities. Also watching videos of cellists on youtube is quite inspiring. AND when most of your homework is research based, and there are all sorts of good online research sources, it's nearly impossible and illogical to do practicing and homework before the internet. I don't think I EVER succeeded at this goal.
- 6. READ SCRIPTURES AND PRAY DAILY. Result... Yes with the praying, hit and miss with the scriptures. But I did read a significant chunk of Preach My Gospel, and The Continuous Atonement. I realize that nothing should substitute reading scriptures, but these have been good reads too.
- 7. FIND JOY. Result... SUCCESS! I've gotta admit, there were some really dark moments in this semester where finding joy was difficult. But, through lots of prayer and self-inspiration, and silly little notes of encouragement all over my room, I was able to keep my head up and persevere. I think spring helped too. Man, it was a long, cold, snowy winter!! But thank heavens for the sunshine!!
- So I would call this a mediocre semester. HOWEVER I recently learned that mediocre derives from the latin mediocris which is a term that describes the point mid-way up a mountain. And that is sort of how I feel. I'm definitely not at the top of the mountain quite yet, but if I look at how far I've climbed, I have something to feel good about.
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