Reading, Writing, Learning

I have been reading alot, as is expected in an honours year. I have been reading for classes and I have been reading for essays. And I am really enjoying it. I am reading about gender and nationalism, and I am reveling in Nira Yuval-Davis' words. I am reading about narrative analysis, and am learning how better to understand peoples stories. I am reading about post-marxism, and critical discourse analysis, and citizenship, and I am enjoying it. It's exhausting, after a certain point my brain says 'No More!' as it has done tonight. But it is similar to the feeling of exhaustion after a good days labour. Except, of course, it's not my body (although that aches sometimes too), but my mind that aches with exertion. I am also learning that when my brain protests and at times when I chose to spend my time doing something other than studying, it doesn't help to stress or feel I am wasting my time. It is much more beneficial for me, my brain and the people I am with if I 'live in the moment' whether I am studying or not. I am writing alot too, and when I am 'in the moment' I am noticing how much I enjoy the physical act. I love the way the pen touches the paper. I love the feeling of each swooping letter. I love the way ink forms letters, letters forms words, words form sentences, sentences form thoughts. I love looking back over the page, the form of letters and words, the composition of the page, even where my left hand has made smudges on the page, my signature. For me each page is like a piece of art. I am reading alot, and writing alot, and learning alot.