Youth

The other day I noticed a catalogue on which a giant neon title had been printed: All Eyes on Youth. More and more often I come across catalogues, magazines, and ads projecting that coveted image of youth. Buyers flock to grocery and drug stores in order to purchase the latest product that will retain their youthful appearance. Now I'm not against youth in the slightest - some of the very best things in the world have been designed for youth, and my favorite memories were made in my earliest days of youth. In fact, I am a youth blogging about it. What could be more youthful? I do have a concern for those who chase after it, though, like an unfulfilled dream. While the Bible has some very encouraging things to say about youth, it seems that the focus is on wisdom and righteousness instead. In fact, Proverbs 16:31 says, "The silver-haired head is a crown of glory, if it is found in the way of righteousness." A crown of glory... that sounds like something worth pursuing. Notice that it didn't mention perfectly tinted hair or a smooth face deprived of wrinkles. Also, Job 12:12 notes, "Wisdom is with aged men, and with length of days, understanding." In our culture, wisdom is no longer revered. The aged who do possess it are snubbed and labelled "old-fashioned". Those who are reaching maturity frantically search any way to preserve their looks. In turn, not only are their looks preserved but their mindsets also. We are surrounded by a generation that lusts after its toys - carefree, irresponsible, lazy, oblivious. So long as everlasting fun is provided, Lampwick need never grow up. And then they wonder why they are so miserable, why they're always seeking but never finding. When the Bible does praise youth, it is for the faith and trust of a child. If we want to retain something from our youth, it should be the simple trust that came naturally as a child: the trust that relies on God, who is able to crown the lilies of the valley with greater beauty than man could ever create, for that jewel known as wisdom.

Eine Klasse Photo von der Maus

The perfect photo of my favorite mouse doing one of my favorite things. I need this in wall-poster size. 

Memory Lane

I wrote this poem last night during a rare flash of inspiration and a touch of sentimentalism. This is the third I've ever written and I've never taken a poetry class, so please forgive me, readers, if it's rubbish. I'd appreciate any thoughts or comments on it from those of you who enjoy poetry and/or know how to do it properly.

Memory Lane

Take the path of that less trodden,

Follow the road to days of yore-

Mark the lane which breathes of stillness,

Plunder the trove of memory's store.

Hark the days of yesteryear!

Note the scrawling ivy crawling,

Young were the days it calls to mind.

Reaching for folk who toiling built it,

On to bygone passers find.

Hear the raven croaking skyward,

Oh! That voice which rings of age.

First flight's feathers were his raiment 

When new dawn marked nature's page.

Creaking whispers gnarled oak,

Grasping breezes in his hands

Wonder as while never knowing

Tales he's kept of changing lands.

Lake of ripples wind caressing,

Silent slithers into stream.

While the silver fountains falling

Music drifting into dream.

Apple blossom passes scepter

Crown'd the Summer, then the Fall,

Fades each glow of Winter's glory

Year in year through Hist'ry's Hall.

Greet each dawn as stretching golden

To the yawning radiant eve,

Growing sapling reaches full-tree

Fleeting moments ne'er retrieve.

Hark the days of yesteryear!

Yea, hark the days of yesteryear. 

~

Things that make Life Swell

One of my best friends visited Maine this week and took some lovely photos. Two in particular I'm sharing with you, reader, because they made me think of those pleasures that make life swell. True, this post has no real importance and may not even be interesting for you to read. It's simply a rather childish list of things that I enjoy. Feel free to gloss over them and wait for another post of greater interest. I do hope that you take a moment to enjoy her photos, though.

That List of Swell Things:

~Visiting Maine (one of my four favorite states)

~Misty and chilly mornings either by a lake or in the woods

~Big, thick sweaters or fleeces that make you feel like a blissful kid because they're cozy

~Dogs that smile in the corners of their mouths and want to be petted (like mine)

~Walking into a grocery store that plays Classical music all day (I visited the first ever this week, and almost forgot to buy groceries, I was so busy sorting through Mozart, Bach, and Vivaldi).

~Hot Apple Cider (beats hot cocoa all hollow)

~Getting letters of any sort (particularly those with a stamp and an envelope)

~Taxiing down a runway and feeling that first little lurch at take-off

~Holding newborns (particularly siblings and cousins)

~Observing the first signs of spring, when all of the trees are blooming, the air is warm with a nip of winter lingering on, and everything is done up in pastels.

~Hiking through the mountains and smelling the pine-and-dust scent, stepping through a sun-speckled forest.

~Playing with children who still know how to pretend, and don't make fun of teddy bears (I have two: La Pine and Marshmallow Custard).

~Being with friends who will listen to anything you need to say, put up with your nutty antics, and remain loyal whether they're next door or across an ocean.

~Finding a new quote to add to my ever-expanding collection

~Listening to that unique quiet that only comes with falling snow; waking up to a blanket of snow that's left the world a magical silvery-white; skiing and throwing snowballs; coming in to thaw beside a fire

~Singing (but only when no one's listening, because I can't sing for toffee).

~Watching a gorgeous sunset anywhere in the world, with the consciousness that it's wonderful just being alive

Front Porch Learning

I spent some time down in the hills of southwest Virginia for two family reunions this past weekend. I hadn't visited for eleven years, so it was definitely a fulfilling experience matching all of the faces to the names I'd heard of since I was smaller than I am now. I'd spent hours pouring over mom's books on our family heritage, reading records, and staring at photographs of relatives wondering what they looked like now, what they were doing, or as is the case now - if they were still alive. Unfortunately, many of the people who made up the "backbone" of both reunions are either too old, or have already passed on since I last visited. The younger generation no longer cares as much to come, nor do they show interest in the family history. When the older members heard about one of my intended majors - history - they all replied with the same exclamation: "Wonderful! We haven't had a young person interested in history since Aunt Hetty." My thought of course, was to wonder how it was possible not have an interest in history. After all, we're descended from it, we're part of the making of it, and we'll pass it on to others in either a direct or indirect way.
On another note, I was able to see the stars at night again. I was able to hear crickets and all manner of night critters chattering away about their tales under the moon. I heard the gentle southern breezes whispering lullabies through the trees and smelled the sweet fresh air that still lingers deep in the woods of Virginia. I watched nature come alive before me and remembered a very important lesson: it's the little things - the memories - that count. Cherish your memories, reader. Don't let them tarnish in the recesses of your mind. Write them down, share them with others. Memories are the rare gems that make up history's trove, unique to each person. Remember them, or they may be forgotten - just like Haysi, Virginia - left only for the crickets and trees to whisper about.

Happy Birthday, Melville!

What better way to start the month of August than with a post honoring Herman Melville's birthday? As we all know, this author wrote the most important book you'll ever read (apart from the Bible), titled Moby Dick or The Whale. Had this famous author lived to be 194, it would have warmed the cockles of his heart no doubt, to see his faithful readers facing their obstacles like Ahab and engaging in heated debates as to whether or not his novel is actually about whales. Unfortunately, he only lived to be 72, but by then the printing press had been invented, so we can peruse his work in loving memory of his esteemed name. All this to say, grab the nearest copy of this book (if it is not already clasped in your eager hands) and read it cover to cover. Just don't write in the book - it's too special for that. Underlining is recommended. And if you can, hunt down Mr Jones and ask him to explain his thoughts on the novel. You won't be disappointed.

Happy Birthday, Melville!

Character Crux

I've been reading a lovely biography on Amelia Earhart (if you're interested, it's called East to the Dawn, by Susan Butler), and with every chapter I'm amazed at the way she's able to carry herself through difficult times. I wasn't aware of how strenuous her childhood was, and I truly admire how well she could mask her problems in order to keep her friends and relations at ease. I often find myself at a crux when it comes to dealing with tight or strenuous situations: I feel as though I need people's help and advice at times when I feel alone, but at the same time I'm concerned that I'm burdening them with news of the blues. I've found often throughout my life that I get along very well with mental blocks - with these in tow, I'm able to face a lot more. A tendency I have is to go into overdrive with sunshine and sugar when I speak or correspond with people. In this way, I keep them at ease and attempt to pour sunshine on my situation. In short, I turn things into a Pollyanna kind of world in attempt to bandage the situation. I've heard various stances on the way I handle this: some say that mental blocks are unhealthy, while others encourage me to keep my emotions to myself, never allowing them to spill onto my sleeve. Which is more healthy, I'd like to know? I believe that to a certain extent, everyone uses mental blocks - the way Amelia utilizes hers is quite ingenious, and I think, shows great strength of character. Proverbs mentions that the person who controls his spirit is better than he who takes a city (v. 16:32). So are we to keep our feelings to ourselves and allow time and concentration to aid our problems, or should we take our cares to others? Does it depend on the situation or the extremity? Unfortunately, life isn't as easy as the steps in a cook-book, but we also have a Roadmap and a Guide to help us through the difficulties. And in Amelia's case, we have planes. ;^)

Fiddlin' Around

Have you ever come across a song or a genre of song that calls for foot-tapping and dancing? Celtic music never fails to inspire such reactions on my part - I just can't keep still. I found this song recently and enjoyed it so much after the first line that I've decided to learn it. Lots of listening to come, since I don't have the sheet music for it: I'll have to learn it by ear instead. At least it will be ready for my family come November. I see lots of tiny tapping feet in the future!

What's Real

So I'm breaking the 9-3-9-3-9 pattern of posting I've had so far. It wasn't planned, and I wanted to keep it after I noticed (I like patterns and stability), but that would mean no posting till August. Anyways, I didn't just log on to post about something as insignificant as number patterns, so I'll move on...

God never passes up an opportunity to teach us something - even if we feel like we know it because we've read it hundreds of times in His Word. That really struck home this weekend in preparation for an uprooting. You see, there happens to be a weight limit when it comes to moving, and if that limit is exceeded, well, you pay a shiny penny for it. So this time around, we've had to let go of furniture that goes way back... to the time I was around two years old. Seeing these things given away to strangers was... harder than I had anticipated. Those weren't merely pieces of furniture, they were links to memories and special moments throughout my life so far. God was teaching me an important lesson through mom, who reminded me that we're not to rely on earthly treasures, but heavenly ones. Spend your emotion and care on human beings, not things. I'd heard that verse so many times during devotional and sermons that I could say it in my sleep. But I hadn't really lived it yet. And believe me, I lived it and learned it this weekend. It's hard when God decides to teach us lessons, but we come out of it stronger. Another scab is peeled away, even though it smarts. He's right, though - in the end, what's real in life? What will really matter tomorrow if it's there for you: the people who care about you or the object that collects dust elegantly?

A Little Weekend Humor...

Here's some fun for your Saturday morning, folks. Have a good weekend!

A Bit from The Sea-Bell

Another small bit of poetry - from Tolkien - that is too lovely not to share. Unfortunately the poem is so lengthy I didn't want to post it in full, so I'm putting my favorite part of it down. Do look up the rest of it if you can, reader. You will not be disappointed.

The Sea-Bell

I walked by the sea, and there came to me,

as a star-beam on the wet sand,

a white shell like a sea-bell;

trembling it lay in my wet hand.

In my fingers shaken I heard waken

a ding within, by a harbour bar

a buoy swinging, a call ringing

over endless seas, faint now and far.

Then I saw a boat silently float

on the night-tide, empty and grey.

'It is later than late! Why do we wait?'

I leapt in and cried: 'Bear me away!'

It bore me away, wetted with spray,

wrapped in a mist, wound in a sleep,

to a forgotten strand in a strange land.

In the twilight beyond the deep

I heard a sea-bell swing in the swell,

dinging, dinging, and the breakers roar

on the hidden teeth of a perilous reef;

and at last I cam to a long shore.

White it glimmered, and the sea simmered

with star-mirrors in a sliver net;

cliffs of stone pale as ruel-bone

in the moon-foam were gleaming wet.

Glittering sand slid through my hand,

dust of pearl and jewel-grist,

trumpets of opal, roses of coral,

flutes of green and amethyst.

.... to be continued at readers' requests or in poem-hunting.

Cookie-Cutter World

Do you ever wonder why society no longer produces geniuses? Inventors such as Thomas Edison, musicians such as Bach and Mozart, leaders like the Founding Fathers? I often wonder about this lack of brilliance... where has it gone? Although I'm far from an answer, I do have a thought or two about it.
Our society encourages uniqueness and independence -- at a surface level. Little children are encouraged to "be themselves" and "follow their dreams," but when it comes down to this sort of action, they are beaten into the same mold as everyone else. Soon we see young adults who look just like every one of their peers, in that cliche attempt to be "different." It's almost painful observing the cookie-cutter children: everyone of them the same as their gingerbread neighbor. When a child has a little more energy than the rest of his peers, he's branded with ADHD or some other unsettling disorder. When the child grows older and begins to ask questions about a concept he doesn't understand, he's moved to a class for those aren't as "bright" but are made to feel just as special... almost. Meanwhile, the book-ish, inquisitive child is branded as a "nerd" for not being like everyone else. When both of these children grow up and disagree with their cookie-cut society, they're made to feel like "haters" for being "intolerant." This is a world where being yourself ultimately means being whatever personality the authorities have destined for you. And they wonder why we have no more geniuses... only young people who are constant need of medicine for depression, electronics for amusement, and peers exactly their own age for comfort. Poor shattered human beings with a standardized system to raise them.

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I'd like to meet a few of these students diagnosed with ADHD, ask them what activities they're interested in and give them some home education and a basement packed with potential (like Edison's), and watch the results. Just remember that ADHD is fairly recent, compared to the unique characteristics of each individual.

Meetings and Partings

Today I said yet another good-bye, this time to my violin teacher. She was not the first, and if I can predict anything about my life, she will not be the last. It's only a matter of weeks until I say good-bye to my family as well. After that my grandparents will be next. Sometimes I get completely overwhelmed not only at how often I use the word 'good-bye', but also how well I understand it's meaning. At the same time, strangely enough, good-bye has taught me how often I use 'hello.' This is one of the most wonderful words in any language: with this one little five-letter word, acquaintances are made, friendships are built, adventures begun, and in some ways, life is started. These two words work together - for if we did not know good-bye, hello would not taste so sweet. Both teach us to grow and appreciate life.

As usual, I have the lyrics from some song running through my head, and they seem quite appropriate just now. Hello, Hello! I don't know why you say 'good-bye', I say 'hello'. I leave you, reader, to figure out where they came from, and also to remember how fortunate you are to have these two little words.

Du Brauchst ein Lied -Rolf Zuckowski

Time for another sample of one of my favorite songs, this time by Rolf Zuckowski. Enjoy~

Tomorrow

How would you live your life differently today if you knew that it was your last? What if you knew that tomorrow wouldn't come? Thinking this way adds a completely different perspective to life and the effects of our actions. Those who know that they only have a day or a week to live seize opportunities to change or to try something new with vigor and zeal. It takes staring death in the face for this to happen. We on the other hand are Christians... should it take something that drastic for us to live life at its fullest and for God's glory? Too often we worry about how we will appear to others. We want, in a way, to follow the herd. It takes the thought of no tomorrow to pull us out of this mindset. If you've ever read Moby Dick, you'll know of the character who lived as though he didn't know tomorrow. If you haven't read this novel, I suggest you find yourself a copy as soon as possible and read it cover to cover. Until then, so you're not left in the dark after what I'm going to say, I'll tell you that I'm thinking of the character Ahab. This man is the captain of the Pequod, and he's a fearless whaler. Many times, his crew accuses him of insanity and recklessness. He pursues the great white whale, Moby Dick, and he refuses to rest until he has defeated it. Ahab realizes that he will not always have tomorrow, and he seizes the moment to live life at its fullest potential. He is one of those rare fellows that sees what must be done and does it until he's satisfied - regardless of the crowd and popular opinion. So again I ask you: how would you change today if you knew that tomorrow wouldn't come?

Farewell Symphony

I encourage you, reader, to listen to this if you haven't already. Set aside some time for it, and when you do, take the opportunity to enjoy every phrase and passage. It's incredible the way Haydn crafted these notes to speak and the story behind this work is fascinating - if you haven't heard it, I encourage you to look it up. 

Enjoy~

Quotes for the Sake of Quotes

Here is a smorgasbord of quotes for you to enjoy. One of my favorite things to do is to collect good quotes (well, quotes which I think are good). It gives me time to rethink how I think when I read other people's thoughts, it provides me with medicine in the form of mirth, and besides, most of the time people can say things much better than I ever could. Enjoy~

The world can't end today because it's already tomorrow in Australia. -Charles Schulz

Why is it you only feel the thorns in your feet when you stop running? -William Pitt (Amazing Grace)

What he often sees causes him no surprise, even though he does not know how it comes about; but if something happens that he has never seen before he finds it sensational. -Cicero

Miracles and truth are necessary because the whole man must be convinced in body and soul. -Pascal

Faith certainly tells us what the senses do not, but not the contrary of what they see; it is above, not against them. -Pascal

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope. -Charles Schulz

A rock is when you trip on it, you should have watched where you were going. -A Hole is to Dig

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. -C.S. Lewis

What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose. -Margaret Thatcher

Nihil enim est simul et inventum et perfectum. -Cicero

To Use or Not to Use

So I've been wondering: what should we do about all of the insightful or thought provoking quotes from those who are unbelievers? The tendency is usually to shy away from anyone's words of wisdom if the person is not a Christian. Is this really the right approach, though? After all, Gandhi, Nietzsche, Camus, and every other human who ever said something of value was created in God's image. In my mind, it's part of common grace - the ability to say something notable, worth listening to - whether or not you're a Christian. Now this doesn't mean we should hang upon their every word and accept whatever they say - common sense can tell you that. The farther something comes from the Bible, the more it must be taken with a grain of salt. But I think the fear of listening to what these people have to say just because they're unbelievers is an area Christians need to grow in. God can use unusual sources to teach us, and I think if we measure what we hear with what is taught in the Bible, and we remember God's promise that He will not lead us astray, that we may find gold in unusual places.

More Peanuts

Yep, sometimes I feel like this. Maybe because we can express ourselves better when we're equipped with a bow and four strings, maybe because sometimes we seem to hide away from the rest of the world behind a set of keys, and maybe because we deal with any problems we're going through by bending over a score of notes. Welcome to the musician's world - maybe we aren't real people after all. ;^)

Road Work

The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began, now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow if I can, pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way, where many paths and errands meet, and whither then I cannot say. (The Fellowship of the Ring)

I love Bilbo's song spread out through the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I included the final modified verse in which he uses the word 'eager,' because it sounds more uplifting. Personally though, I've leaned more toward Frodo's version of 'weary' recently. Truth is, I'd love to know where the road will lead, what the final destination will be. I know God has a good road planned out for me, it's just that I'm still learning to lean on the walking stick He's equipped me with and go for it - even when I feel like sitting down, looking for a detour, or even turning around and backtracking. Where will the road lead? What paths and errands will I meet, and how will I face them? I hope I'll have the courage to meet them, and the endurance to conquer the obstacles along the way.

Hello June

I can't believe it's already June. I can't believe that time zips by so quickly. Furthermore, I still can't believe that the weekend I've looked forward to since last summer is over. It passed by like a dream. I can say with all certainty though, that it was better than the best dream could ever be because it was real. I was able to spend time with my best friends - it felt like Dante's Paradiso. If this sounds all muddled and flat, forgive me, reader. It's just that I can't find the right words to express how amazing it was. Some things are too incredible to put onto paper - ink and letters cannot match memories. That's what music is for. I think I'll go spend some time with my violin, and leave you to imagine how special my weekend was. :^)

Free Time & Curiosity

The other day I went downstairs to practice violin only to discover that the light switch downstairs wasn't working. I noticed the lamp had been moved to the opposite side of the room and figured that it was no longer connected to the switch's outlet. Never mind that. I walked over to the lamp and tried to turn it on, but without success. I was sure the lightbulb had burned out. Never mind that, either. I decided to use the closet light instead. Yet again, the light switch made no difference. Hmm... well it was possible that multiple lightbulbs had burned out. I'd try the bathroom light switch. No progress. This wasn't funny: exactly half of the electricity was out downstairs for no particular reason. I mentioned it in passing to my younger brother and received the most amusing story in return. This particular little brother has a fascination with electronics and gadgets. He recently received a robotics kit and after completing that project, decided to try his hand at something bigger. He began by unscrewing one of the lightbulbs in his room and inserting an innocent-looking metal marble in its place. Of course it surprised him immensely when all of the lights in his room went out simultaneously. Thank goodness it was only a matter of resetting the circuit breaker upstairs. Funny what kind of adventures you can have with a little extra free time and a lot of curiosity.

... Just make sure you have a piece of paper in hand certifying your capability... ;^)

Choruses from 'The Rock'

Normally poetry is not my forte. It's difficult for me to read and even harder for me to decipher. I came across this bit of poetry by T.S. Eliot in a schoolbook, though, and found it so lovely that I had to post it.

O Light Invisible, we praise Thee!
Too bright for mortal vision.
O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less;
The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

We thank Thee for the lights that we have kindled,
The light of altar and of sanctuary;
Small lights of those who meditate at midnight
And lights directed through the coloured panes of windows
And light reflected from the polished stone,
The gilded carven wood, the coloured fresco.
Our gaze is submarine, our eyes look upward
And see the light that fractures through unquiet water.
We see the light but see not whence it comes,
O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

In our rhythm of earthly light we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; the ecstasy is much too plain.
We are children quickly tired: children who are up in the night and fall asleep as the rocket is fired; and the day is long for work or play.
We tire of distraction or concentration, we sleep and are glad to sleep,
Controlled by the rhythm of blood and the day and the night and the seasons.
And we must extinguish the candle, put out the light and relight it;
Forever must quench, forever relight the flame.

Therefore we thank Thee for our little light, that is dappled with shadow.
We thank Thee who hast moved us to building, to finding, to forming at the ends of our fingers and beams of our eyes.
And when we have built an altar to the Invisible Light, we may set thereon the little lights for which our bodily vision is made.
And we thank Thee that darkness reminds us of light.
O Invisible Light, we give Thee thanks for Thy great glory!

(Choruses from The Rock, by T.S. Eliot)

Here Comes the Sun

At last, reader, I get to another post. May is almost over and I haven't posted yet. This particular May-post is special for two reasons: most importantly, it is in honor of one of my best friends, Lys. Here's hoping you have a safe move and an easy transition into your "new" old home. Secondly, this post is in honor of finishing up my final year of battling Wimba gremlins under the standard of the mighty Griffon, shouting at Francis, benevolently smiling at Java, and studying under incredible teachers with some of the best friends I've ever had. You guys make my day - every day - and for that, I'm wholeheartedly thankful to you. I hope I've managed to be half as good a friend as you all are.

Now, with exams finally completed, I can't wait for summer! I've got a string of busy years coming up, but for now, I'm so thankful just to enjoy some blissful moments with my family. I've already got the Beatles tune, Here Comes the Sun going through my head. Here's hoping that you, reader, will have just as many sun-filled, carefree afternoons in the upcoming months! :^)

Colors of Nature

Just a few photos to encourage you, reader, to take a walk and enjoy the scenery around you. Wherever you are, you're bound to find something that opens your eyes to a world brimming with life and beauty. 

Doing It

When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way, implicitly and unquestionably. -Walt Disney

I love this quote, not only because one of my favorite role models mentioned it, but also because it's true. Not many people are willing to see this through nowadays - we're more worried about treading on toes or being politically correct. What would happen if, for one week, people stepped out of their boxes and actually said what they thought? I'm not saying by any means to go about this in an obnoxious, forceful way - I mean the opposite. I wonder why we can't seem to connect belief and kindness, though. Why is this? Either we're loving to the point of absolute silence (which isn't really loving, as it turns out), or we're outspoken about our beliefs to the point of rudeness. In a way, connecting the two is just as much of an art as painting or performing. Everything has to match up - if the heart is wrong, the outlook will be wrong. If the the outlook is wrong, the impression and reaction will be wrong. So just think: if we're able to reverse this common mistake, how much will it change? It all starts with belief, and once that's in place you'll find the way to do it.

Promise

Sundays are wonderful because they're more than just a day of rest. They're a promise that the six upcoming days are a chance to start over from last week, to try harder, and make something beautiful out of last week's errors. In this way, Sundays, rainbows, and Spring itself are such an incredible reminder that God is always there - always with you. And because He loves us so much, He continually gives us a chance to restart, and the chance to persevere even if it seems like we've missed the goal. Sunday allows us to recharge and rethink, so we can hit the ground on Monday running. I wish you, reader, the opportunity to rest, and I hope you have a lovely Sunday.

Perfect Day

These are the lyrics to one of my favorite childhood songs - if you, reader, have ever watched the film version of Peter Rabbit, this song is played at the end. I think it's lovely, very peaceful. 

The rain has moved on

And left a new day

Nothing seems to move everything is still

It's just a perfect day

The shadows and light

That move with the wind

Hidden violets grow splashed with summer spray

Just another perfect day

On the wild and misty hillside

Fear is nature's warning

Hunger here is never far away

And all of this world

Is for children who play

Days that never end always should remain

Another perfect day

Finally, the link if you're interested in listening for yourself :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUOjErmc0JM

Happiness

Why is it that, unlike youngsters, it takes so much for us to be happy and satisfied about things? My two-year-old sister asked one of my brothers to play "Piggy Market" with her yesterday. He began, "This little piggy went to market..." She was thrilled. Such simple little pleasures delight children, make their day. Why is it that as we get older, we need so much more than that to make us content?

At last, Spring is here!

Because it's my second favorite season, it deserves some photos... :)

Saturday Stroll

If you happen upon a spare sunny Saturday afternoon, definitely consider a walkabout through D.C. - no telling what adventures await you (not to mention photo opportunities!).

Oliphaunt

Because it's one of my favorites...

Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stomp round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge old and tall.
If ever you'd met me,
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.
--Tolkien

The Jungle

Reading through Upton Sinclair's The Jungle has really made me think. While I'm well aware of his socialistic intentions, I can't repress the anguish I feel for this poor immigrant family. They've tried everything to make ends meet, all they dreamt of was a better life for themselves and future generations - yet at every turn one tragic outcome outdoes the last. I'm torn between two thoughts: has Sinclair really overstepped his boundaries and painted too dark a picture? Or is this the truth from a man who lived in the slums himself and saw how the "other half" lives? I live in a comfortable home in which the only worries I have are skipping a meal or preparing for a test. Can I judge their circumstances when I will most likely never face even a fraction of their troubles? This makes me want to start a ministry somewhere in the city, or open a home in the country where less privileged folks can turn in.
On the other hand, I find it somewhat amusing to look at this book's goal from Sinclair's perspective: his idea was to turn capitalism on its head and draw the majority to his solution, socialism. While most everyone overlooked the Rudkus family in favor of sausage reform, there are some who saw the real point of his book. And yet it still failed to accomplish his goal. When I read about the factory overseers and upperclassmen, what I see are horrendous examples of thievery and cheating, with a capitalistic coverup. Sinclair's view of capitalism is twisted, just like his view of Christianity - it's murky and people only use it when it suits their needs. He's only looking at a small percentage of the real problem: worldview. If the people's hearts are in the wrong place, of course they'll seek to fill it with something else, money and trickery. Sinclair and his characters don't need socialism - they need Light. Until that piece is in place, the puzzle won't ever work.

Air & Space

We got to visit the Udvar-Hazy Air & Space Museum today for the fourth time in a few years. After not have been around planes for a little while now, I explored the museum with as much gusto as the other visitors for once. Strange what a year away from bases will do to you. What an exhilarating afternoon it was, surrounded by all of those planes. Even though I didn't actually get to fly, I almost felt as free as when I'm up in the air - nothing but sun-drenched clouds above and vast landscapes below. As we were walking around the hangar, Mom said something that had never struck me before: we have all of these beautiful planes as a result of mankind's strife. She's right - the very planes I was enjoying were created with war in mind, and designed to kill large amounts of people. I've been reading WWII accounts for weeks and visualizing the action and consequences of man's pride in my mind, yet I failed to equate the aircraft in front of me to the very instruments used in these books. I realized that the thing which meant 'freedom' to me was death to others. Strange thing, Orville and Wilbur Wright didn't want their plane to be used for war but for every man's enjoyment, and they mentioned this to the leaders who wished to buy the Wright Flyer for this purpose. While these events are horrifying and saddening, it is a comfort to know that God works all for His purpose and makes it right in the end. What man twists for his own goals, God can turn around and use for good. I can see this also in the airplanes we admired today - God was able to take these horrible events and these instruments of war and bring peace once again to the suffering. And now, when we look at the planes, we can admire the gifts God has allowed men to create and to fly, and we can bless Him for this freedom.

I have a small obsession for anything yellow tinted.

LOPE'S HOPE

One of my two favorite airlines :)

To me, this plane was the saddest reminder of sin

Terrible Essay on Tulips

Hello again, readers! It's been a while - school and life have been hard at my heals (or tackling me, rather). Anyways, without further ado, here's an essay I recently did for an assignment and it was so much fun I decided to share it. It was for a terrible essay contest, so it's full of fluff and nonsense, and trite expressions. I hope you get a laugh from reading it!

Ever since the beginning of time, people have been enraptured by the luscious, invigorating aroma of flowers. While everyone has their own ideal choice, flower-wise, no one can doubt the potency of the elegant tulip. If I were to choose, I would say the tulip is the most perfect choice of flower, scent-wise.

Needless to say, the tulip has a multitudinous array of competitors when it comes to the nature of fragrance and appearance. The rose, for example, has such a pleasant, saccharine type smell that it proves to be a veritable challenger in the manner of perfume competition. Appearance-wise, it rallies just as many points where tulips are concerned. It would appear that the tulip’s chance of winning against such a steady rival is easier said than done.

Irregardless, the tulip really does not have a cause to be green with envy over the rose’s fair façade. Undoubtedly, the tulip’s firm emerald stalk and brilliant, silky petals allow it to climb to the top of the list – especially considering the fact that it comes in a plethora of different looks, color-wise and has a very youthful manner of appearance. I will try and be absolutely clear when I state in certainty that the tulip’s ever-present grace and fresh, vibrant hues are absolutely sure to improve any atmosphere. In short, it looks lovely.

Last but not least, it is quite obvious that if the unparalleled beauty of the tulip were of any less degree, the Dutch would hesitate to grow such enormous quantities of them in their fertile fields. Surely this is enough evidence for me to try and prove my point.

Never underestimate the garden-fresh nature of the tulip, fragrance-wise or appearance-wise. It is better to be safe than sorry and forget the rose in all of its assumed glory. Any other type of flower will never match up to the youthful presence of the tulip.

Beautiful Poetry

I wanted to share a bit from one of my favorite poems, this particular bit by William Blake. I'm no good at poetry myself, but at least I can enjoy the wondrous work of others. This is especially beautiful in the song 'Jerusalem'. I get chills every time I hear it. Anyways, here's the bit...

And did those feet in ancient time.

Walk upon Englands mountains green:

And was the holy Lamb of God,

On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,

Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was Jerusalem builded here,

Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;

Bring me my Arrows of desire:

Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!

Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,

Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:

Till we have built Jerusalem,

In Englands green & pleasant Land

I hope it inspires you, reader, like it does me. :)

Kid Moments

Just a few of those quotes from younger siblings that make me shake with mirth...

Kai using the Socratic Method on Liam to solve the mystery of the broken toy:
Kai: Liam, the Socratic Method always works. I will find out who broke my torch.
Liam: Kai, I have no idea what that means, but I didn't break your toy.

Ioan: Mom, Lorli's being a fuzzy crubbit! (fuss budget)

Lorli tries so hard to keep up with older sibling vocabulary, ending up looking twice as cute for her mistakes...
Several people have commented with, "My point exactly," at the dinner table so far. Dad hands Lorli a chocolate and Liam mentions, "See, dad. I knew she would like it." Lorli glances up and nonchalantly comments, "My pony zackly."

Miscellaneous

So first of all, I changed the background once again. Last night's background looked lovely on its own - this cozy black and white photo of a snowy tree - until I added the text color. Everything went from cheery to dismal in the blink of an eye. Ugh. Anyways, this new design is ever so much happier, so I'm keeping it for a while. Hope you like it.

Secondly, I found another Peanuts comic that I had to post. I know just how Charlie Brown feels... story of my life. Happy Monday ;)

To Enjoy Time

Humans have this habit of wishing away time and taking instruction for granted. I say this knowing that I'm just as guilty as anyone else in such areas. The past few weeks have revealed this deficiency in me. I've never been so acutely aware of this until recently. I remember my mom drilling this statement into me all the time when I was younger, "Don't wish today away. Enjoy it - you'll never have this moment back again." I'm finding this doesn't just apply to work vs. play or waiting vs. doing - it applies to teaching moments and belief as well. We all go through times of growing and moments of instability. Strangely, our phases of stability are never fully (or properly) appreciated until we are thrust into turmoil and upheaval. Our strength is tested to its furthest limit and the duration required seems unbearable. You almost reach a breaking point. It's at these times when you cannot, must not give in. I'm finding that these times make me even more thankful for what I have, those influences which have molded my life. I'm discovering to a greater extent each day what is truly necessary in life and the importance of not wishing it away.

Music & Peanuts

I found yet another fabulous comic from Schulz's Peanuts. From the looks of their faces, it appears to be an older version. As a fellow musician, I got a laugh out of Schroeder's and Charlie Brown's conversation. Enjoy :)

http://rilm.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/peanuts.jpg?w=500&h=388

A Memory in Creative Writing

Thought it would be fun to share this bit of writing I've been polishing. It's one of my favorite childhood memories from a winter in Oregon. Kai is the 'small brother' in the paragraphs. Feel free to comment or critique. I'd appreciate both or either. :)

A Path through the Silvery Woods of Winter

A girl and her small brother depart the warm, cheery glow of their home to venture out into the silvery chill of a winter night. Not a sound may be heard except for the soft crunch of their boots sinking into the snowy whiteness. The moon smiles down upon the tracks behind them - as if these were cherished memories - while their dark silhouettes dance merrily in the soft radiance ahead of them. Many of the trees conceal themselves in the darkness, attempting to cloak their rimy skeletons from passing viewers' eyes. Some trees, however, bedecked in numerous tiny lights, remind the young travelers of long silvery-white fingers littered with webs of fallen stars twinkling in the velvety black night.

While the silvery-white lights remind the children of the joy and excitement awaiting them, the velvety darkness urges them on across the snow. Surely, it is no easy feat for these young ones to trudge through winter’s ivory blanket; the faint grey clouds escaping their mouths at each breath give evidence of their efforts. However, the girl and her brother are well protected from the surrounding chill in their soft, downy jackets and little woolen mittens. Now that they have found another pool of light their thoughts are intent upon their destination.

This pool of light is soon enhanced by another brighter light ahead. Even in that darkness, the children's eyes widen with excitement. Coming to the edge of a little hill, the two travelers gaze down at the highly anticipated scene below them. Trees frame the tiny clearing with their frosty bark, giving way to a gentle slope that opens onto a broad field. During the spring and summer, this field is the gathering place of frolicking foals and vigilant mares, spending their afternoons grazing on the tender grasses and leafy clover. In autumn, the wild and lonely coyote paces the golden-brown fields meditating on the wily, secretive thoughts of his kind. Winter comes and strips the field of her raiment, leaving her desolate and bare. The grey winter sky, pregnant with the gift of first snowfall, takes pity on the bleak range and covers it with a sparkling, crystalline bounty. This is what bids the human eye welcome, and this is how the children now behold it.

            This glittering blanket of snow is not the only welcoming scene to the young beholders; festive crowds have adorned the fence-posts and pines with miniature lights, which seem to wink at the children with thousands of twinkling eyes. Large crimson and emerald globes admire their round figures in the surrounding light as they hang from their designated branches. The spicy smell of cinnamon and the rich scent of chocolate mingle and waft through the wintry air to the children’s tingling noses, beckoning them to join in the merrymaking below. Carolers raise their joyous voices in a chorus of songs that seem to ascend into the inky sky above them and mingle with the stars, creating their own ethereal celebration.

The mirthful mingling of this gathering provides all the necessary allurement for the girl and her small brother. They have eagerly awaited this event, journeying through the frozen wood to participate tonight. Paying no further heed to frost that playfully nips at their rosy noses, they bound away toward the festivities.

Too much (or not enough) Conscience?

Is it ever right to go against your conscience? If so when, and under what measures? Which scripture verses back either stance? Finally, do Christians put too much or too little emphasis on following their consciences?

These verses spoke to me and comforted me this week. Much to think about and pray earnestly over. Hebrews 2:17-18

Moving

After chatting with some people at church today, it dawned on me just how different individual worlds are, even within the same room. They mentioned having lived in one spot for all their lives... wow. Often I wonder what that's like. They claim it gets tiresome - seeing familiar faces at every turn and knowing what everyone's like. They'd prefer to get a taste of moving to all of the 'exotic' places we've lived. As they speak, I'm taking it all in rather wistfully. Strange how we'd like to switch places for a day. From my perspective, there are advantages to both sides. On the one hand, moving frequently allows you to live in some incredible, eye-opening places. You have a chance to see life how the locals do - an opportunity that tourists don't have. On the other hand, you are more likely to lose friends and friendships after so many moves. The majority of the time, others don't leave their house often... maybe never. They had their friends before you came, and when you leave those people will remain for them. You seal off that acquaintance's face almost as though it were a time capsule. You expect it to remain that way always. But when you finally have a chance to catch up again, you realize how quickly time ran ahead of you. That's the hardest part - the part 'stay putters' don't realize. Moving does strengthen you, however. You become resilient, independent... you rely on family a lot more, too. You notice friends you never knew you had: your siblings. They understand you, they know you through and through, and the best part you learn- they're struggling with the same problems you are.
It's like a meal: sometimes we don't want the 4-course dinner. All of the new tastes, swallowing, and digesting make us sick. Stick to the simple dinner with only one main nutrient. In the long run, which nourishes you more? Which makes you stronger? Only time will tell.

Last minute Impressions of the Weekend

Just taking a few moments to reflect on today - this morning was certainly hectic and busy. I had to drive the Suburban, which is a frightening prospect for a shorty. I have a difficult time clearing my view from any angle and I can't get the seat to a satisfactory height. Since I can't get a pilot's license at the moment, I just pretend I'm flying on the highway. At least I made it through the "flight" alive... haha.
The weather was gorgeous today: chilly winds and a perfectly pristine sky. I thrive on sunshine, and we definitely got our fill today. It reminded me of Klamath - lovely memories. I had lunch with Omi and Opa, which was an added blessing. Thankfully, I was able to finish nearly all of next week's reading assignments as well. Now I have a Sunday off for once. As I close for this weekend, I'm certain of something: Life is good. Have a wonderful Sunday, folks. :)

One of my favorite sunset photos... I took it in Solomons, MD.

Huzzah for the First Post

How exciting to write the first post! I can't believe I actually created one of these things... I never thought I would. Thanks to a certain friend (you know who you are) who inspired me to start one after I followed yours. Yours is amazing, by the way. I check it every week, just so you know. ;^)
I close this first post thanking those of you who are kind and bother to check it. Maybe this will inspire you all to start your own. Maybe not... time will tell.

Latin calls!

Valete, Poka, Bis spaeter, and Farvel!