Casper

Here I am again with another story. 🙂 This is the story idea I had at the movie theater a while back. 

 

I saw her again that day, and again I didn’t say anything. I knew we could be the best of friends if only I talked to her. I was sweeping out the cottage as she was walking down the street. She was by herself, of course, she always was, and carrying a basket of books. She was going to the library. 

“Mama,” I called outside. Mama was working in the garden.

“Yes, Casper?” She called back.

I stepped outside and asked apprehensively, “If I finish this quickly, may I go to the library.”

Mama wiped her dirt-streaked hands on her old apron. “Yes, but be back for dinner.” I could see how worn-down she looked.

“Do you want me to stay and make dinner for you?” I asked slowly.

Mama smiled one of her beautiful, but tired, smiles and cupped my face in her hands. “No, my sweet Casper. You may go to the library.” She kissed my cheek before going back to her garden work.

A few minutes later, I was nearly skipping down the lane into town. The lane was lined by trees and pastures and overshadowed by the castle behind me. I looked back at it sometimes, but sometimes I would rather not.  I looked back that afternoon. The shiny, white exterior of the castle was so imposing. I hated the way the castle made me feel so small and insignificant. I didn’t feel insignificant that afternoon, because I was determined to talk to that girl and I knew that I could do it.

Before I knew it I was walking over the rise and the trees were parting to reveal the city of Sorai lying in the valley. I descended into the valley and was soon among the hustle and bustle of the city. The buildings were squished so close together that sometimes there was no room between them. People were everywhere, going this way and that. Children were playing games, men were carting their wares to the town square for market day, and mothers watched their children as they talked with their neighbors. 

I navigated my way through the busy streets with ease. I passed the town square and wanted to stop, but remembering the library, I kept going. I loved stopping in the town square on market day. There was always something new and interesting to look at. Last week there had been a magician who sold all sorts of potions to cure ills. Mama always shook her head at these sorts of magicians. She called them, “No good ne’er do wells who exploit their craft.” I thought they were kind of interesting, but not as interesting as the wizards who lived in mysterious lands and only appeared at the eleventh hour, when the world needed them the most.

Finally, I arrived at the library. The library was a rather new establishment in the city. It was made up of a bunch of colorful tents set up where two buildings had burnt down years before. It was always being said that a proper building would be built soon, but it had been ten years and no building had appeared.

I walked into the entrance tent and said good morning to the man sorting books at the front desk. Quickly, I descended into the depths of the library to return my books. I put the books I had borrowed back on the shelves where I’d found them and carefully looked down every aisle for the girl. As I was putting back the last book in my bag, someone walked up next to me. Without even looking I knew it was her. I could see her blue dress and black braids from the corner of my eye.

I froze completely for a second, but my heart was beating crazily inside of me. Say something. Say something. I thought. 3…2…1. I turned towards her. She looked over at me with inquisitive, grass-green eyes and for a second I thought I was going to say ‘hi.’ Then, I just couldn’t. I turned and walked very quickly to the end of the aisle, slipped under the edge of the tent and got away from the library as quickly as I could.

Some Clothes I Like

I’ve never really cared about fashion very much. I think it’s part of my nature as an INFP that I just don’t worry about that sort of thing very much. When I was younger I liked to wear whatever was comfortable, usually that meant sweatpants and a comfortable t-shirt. 🙂

For the past few years I’ve moved on from only wearing what’s comfortable, but I’ve never had a style. I’ve always worn whatever was in my drawer, and not really paying attention to whether or not anything went well together. It wasn’t until very recently that I realized that I wanted a style, and after searching around on Pinterest for  a few days, I discovered it (this doesn’t mean that I’m a fashion guru, or obsessed with clothes. I simply take more of an interest in making sure that I like what I wear, and that it goes together well).

Striped top, perfect cotton summer skirt: Pleated Midi Skirt http://picvpic.com/women-skirts-midi-skirts/forever21-pleated-midi-skirt#Pink?ref=PCFeTk:

t-shirts and skirts - Google Search:

Those outfits represent my ideal style, but for summer and everyday this is my style.

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 : Just Right Direction Tee - Jersey, Knit, Blue, Novelty Print, Casual, Short Sleeves, Good, Scoop, Blue, Short Sleeve, Travel, Sayings, Festival, Summer, Boho, Lounge, Mid-length Vans T-shirt Vans Nationalize Tee SS Donna - Confronta prezzi su Bestshopping.com

Basically, my style is lots of patterned shorts and loose fitting tees. 🙂 I also love gladiator sandals. What’s your style? I’d love to hear about it.

(Note: I’m away at summer camp this week and won’t be back until Saturday, so I am not able to respond to any comments this week)

Omaha Beach – “Into the Jaws of Death (review)

I know I promised this review at the beginning of the month, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. This film score is heart-wrenching, sickening, and sadly beautiful at times. I didn’t like it at all the first few times I listened to it. I couldn’t handle the way it made me feel. Now that I’ve listened to it multiple times, and understand the story of Omaha Beach a lot better, I can appreciate this score for what it is; a heart-wrenching way to tell this story.

The first track, “H-Hour” opens up the score with a feeling of apprehension, but almost excitement. You can almost see the men in those ships, quivering in excitement and apprehension about what is about to take place.

“Seasick” comes in with a creepy feeling of being watched and quickly escalates into a track full of those first shots, before the men even made it off the boats.

“On the Beach” comes in slow, filled with deep, echoing booms. It escalates into, not a creepy track, but an intense one. There are some moments that descend into an eerie feeling, but it is more intense. It ends with what almost sounds like a melody to honor the fallen. It’s beautiful.

I don’t know if I can even talk about the next track. “Bloody Omaha” is exactly what it sounds like and I suggest that if you don’t want to have nightmares, skip this track. This track is sickening, intense, eerie, and heartbreaking. It tells the story amazingly well. I can see it all unfolding in front of my eyes.

“The Cliffs” is another intense track. This one is not as chaotic as “Bloody Omaha” and it is almost soothing comparatively. You can almost hear the machine-guns in some parts of this track and you almost hear the troops sneaking along the shore, hidden behind rocks. A melody comes in, which is very much welcome, near the end. It’s a good entrance into the next track.

“Troops Advance” is a determined track. I like it a lot, because there is, if not a sense of hope, a sense of not dying without a fight.

“Reinforcements” is where the hope comes in, but also a great sense of horror and sadness because of what these reinforcements see. I love this track, simply because it is a shining light of hope. This is where the battle turns.

The last track, “The Longest Day,” is sad, but full of hope and determination. I think it’s a good way to finish the score. It’s majestic and it fills me with a sense of wonder, sadness, and thankfulness. I am so glad that those brave men were willing to give up their lives for what they believed in.

Overall, this is probably the most sickening soundtrack I have ever listened too, but also one that told a sickening story in a wonderful way. I love the honesty in the tracks. I love the beauty and the elegance in the way Adam handled this story. It is not a score I would listen to for enjoyment, but one I will listen to when I need to listen to it. Who reads about D-day because it’s a fun story? No one (i hope). We read about D-day to remind ourselves of what other people gave up for our freedom and for what they believed in.

To listen to the score go here.

Sick 😢

I almost never get sick, but when I do it runs through me lightening fast. That’s probably what will happen this time, but right now I don’t feel too good. Last night I couldn’t get to sleep and kept dreaming about being on Added a boat. This morning I had a pounding headache.

Woe is me!!! Just kidding. 😂 I actually feel much better today. I watched Star Wars. I played a Nancy Drew game. I read Farmer Boy and I played my ukulele. Basically, I relaxed all day long to save up my energy for camp next week. 😊 I’ve also been eating granola and fresh fruit, and drinking hot lemon and honey tea to make myself feel better.

Next week, though I will be gone at camp without any internet, I am scheduling blog posts to post next week.

Hope you aren’t sick 😉,

Claire

Today I…

I didn’t write yesterday…or the day before. 😦 I’m not going to worry about it though, because it’s summer and I’ve had a ton of fun over the past few days.

Today/this week I…

  • Went to karate and, surprisingly, learned that journaling is really important. The instructor (or Sensei) was telling us that, because we are natural “forgetters” as humans, it’s a good idea to write down what we learn so that we can come back to it later for teaching, or simply remembering, purposes. Then one of the other Sensei’s said that it’s a good idea to journal anyways about life and such. He said, “A life worth living is a life worth recording.” The things you learn at karate. 😉
  • My sister and I went over to a friend’s house. Spending the night at a friend’s house is one of those things that are simply summery. I had such a good time taking silly quizzes and playing with her crazy, lovable dog.
  • Read one hundred pages of Farmer Boy. This morning I had a lot of time to read while waiting for my friend’s to wake up. 🙂 I love Farmer Boy. It’s such a sweet, funny story. It might be my favorite Little House book.
  • Listened to this song: Mrs. Hippopotamus’sthe new Relient K song, a few (a lot) of times.

This week has been summery and I love it! 

Goodnight friends,

Claire 

The Outcasts and the Weirdos

This morning I re-watched an “old” episode of Ask Jordan (Blimey Cow). It’s called “7 Tips For High School.” I watched this video when Jordan released it last October and it really made me think. When I watched it again this morning I knew what to expect, but the message really hit me hard again. If you haven’t watched this video then I suggest that you do that before continue to read this post.

Jordan has some really good pointers for high-schoolers throughout the video, but the last one hit me the hardest. Tip number seven is, in other words, to be friends with the outcasts. It’s a good pointer in and of itself. It’s so important to be friends to people that are called “weird” or “troubled” because you have no idea what’s going on in their lives, and if you do know then that’s all the more reason to be friends with them. Again, the tip was good, but the true story that Jordan told to illustrate it was powerful.

Jordan tells a story about this guy he knew when he was in high school. This guy was considered weird and was very troubled. If you haven’t heard this story then I beg you to check out the video I linked to. Jordan, obviously, tells this story much better then I can. The whole story showcases how invaluable relationships with the outcasts can be. It can save a persons life.

I read through the comment section of the video and stumbled upon a comment made by someone who was struggling with depression. In their comment they thanked Jordan for reminding people that the outcasts are often the people that need friends the most. Another person responded, who had struggled with depression in the past, and the two went back and forth encouraging one another. The second person shared this Bible verse:

1 Peter 5:10

And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.

I think it’s neat how they were so encouraging to one another. It made me smile. 🙂

I think these comments and Jordan’s video, really opened my eyes this morning. I’ve always known that their are struggling, hurting, broken, “weird” people out there, but I haven’t come across many in my life. Now, as I look closer, I see that it’s not just the people from broken families who are struggling just to live each day that need friends. Everyone is in need of a friend. Maybe I don’t know many people who are outcasts, but I do know many people who are made fun of and laughed at, for simply being who they are. Not weirdos, but just their own self.

So many people are made fun of because they aren’t like everyone else. I know that it’s wrong, but do I do anything about it? Sometimes the answer, for me, is no. Today, and in the future, I want the answer to be yes.

Blogging Vision and Scattered Thoughts

On April 5, 2016 I started this blog. It feels like such a long time ago, but then I remember that it’s only been two (nearly three) months. When I think back to that first post it feels like at least six months ago that I finally found the words I’d been wanting to say for so long. I can’t believe how I just “knew” I would fail. I “knew” that I would never find anything to write about. I “knew” that I would never have time to write at all. In some instances, those things came true. Sometimes I write whatever pops into my head, because I run out of energy to come up with anything very good. However, for the most part, I’ve stuck to my original vision and have written more than I have in the past few years.

What I always have to remember is that I didn’t start this blog to write about anything in particular. I started it to write about whatever pops into my head. I started this blog so that I could write. every. day. I want to be a published author someday and to do that I have to write… a lot. I have to write even when I don’t feel like it. I have to write when I’m tired. I have to write even when it seems like there’s nothing to write about.

Sometimes I feel like I should write about something, or I know that putting out a review or whatever will bring in more page views. I have to keep reminding myself that I don’t really care about those things. At the end of the day, all I care about is writing something that is authentic and written while keeping in mind my vision. All I want to do is write every day. I don’t have to write about certain things in order to show people that I’m this or that. I just need to be me, and those things will surface on their own.

I know that you be you sounds kind of corny, but if who you are is what Christ finds pleasing, than you are who you’re supposed to be. You don’t need to be anything more then that. I’m not saying follow your heart. am saying to be who you are, in Christ.

I guess what I’m trying to say is this: don’t fold to the pressures of those around you who are trying to make you someone you aren’t.

Stay awesome friends,

Claire

P.S – This post was all over the place. 🙂

Scriptures Sunday

Ephesians 4: 1-3
I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace

P.S – Happy Father’s Day ☺

Today I… and Problems

Today I…
Wrote two blog posts for next week…
Went shopping for summer clothes…
Listened to Mmmhmm (Relient K)
Cleaned up the church from VBS…

Problems, problems everywhere. I frequently wish that life was devoid of these annoyances. I don’t have a lot of problems in my life right now, but just enough that they weigh a bit heavy on me. I wish I could just forget about my problems and move on, but right now they need to be dealt with.

I have to constantly remind myself to give my problems to God. He sustains me and is completely capable of handling my puny worries.

The end, movies, and ideas

The last day of VBS is over. 😞 I feel a little down about that, but having a party with all of the people who were in the play helped. We watched the play on video and ate pizza. It was a good time.

I went to the movies today, which is an extremely rare occurrence, and saw Alice Through The Looking Glass. It was a pretty good movie. I enjoyed it, and the popcorn was great.

In the middle of the movie I got a story idea and I am going to explore it a bit after this post is written. It is always when I let my mind relax that I get my best ideas.

I’m still sad about VBS being over, but also relieved. Now that this week is over, summer vacation will actually begin for me. I am excited about that.