Halloween!

My first Halloween on this blog! I am looking forward to many more, but this one is one to celebrate, especially considering the theme of this blog. I realize I could place any number of/type of picture(s) here to capture the mood, but I’ve come to learn that ultimate fright is best left to the imagination. Season’s Trick-or-Treatings everyone!

Washed My Sins Away

Although I never thought I’d actually even begin to contemplate this, I am starting to entertain the idea of starting another blog solely dedicated to theology. I a lot of people see this subject as a heated one, but it doesn’t have to be. Peace in the middle east? I’m still thinkin’……

Dear Diary,

Keeping some kind of journal can be very freeing, especially if there’s plenty on the mind. Within those pages exists a written-out copy of the world as you see it from inside your head. While other days may provide themselves to be more diary-worthy than others, you might not regret writing down your daily thoughts as you look back months….or even years from right now. Words act as both the coldest and the warmest embrace, all at once.

Panache

Girly or tomboy?

Somewhere in the middle?

Sooner or later,

I’ll find a greater riddle.

You see, what I need is

a way to say my style.

Is it punk?

Is it cute?

Is it pale

(not) like a newt?

I wanna be better than better,

even greater than “the realest”.

What color does your mood read?

‘Cause I’m tha color “illest”………….

~

 

 

Beasts of the Southern Wild

 

beasts

Such a lovely film surely deserves a place on this blog. The greatest word I could use to describe my viewing experience of this independent movie is none other than “spiritual”. An entire world seemingly belongs to one child; nature cradles her like the mother she never had. It becomes pretty obvious from the start that the film is pressing to make the viewers ponder one particular question: What is it that you are afraid of?
“Welcome to the bathtub”

Uninhibited

Let’s run away from it all; venture unto vastness.

Sail to a deserted island and weather the unforgiving winds.

Lounge amid the forest alongside colorful wildlife.

“Reconnect” with our primal foundations as we feast on this sacred meal.

Bathe in lukewarm streams as they cascade from right above our heads.

Lie down to rest upon giant leaves; sweltering humidity for covers.

Forget what it’s like to be human; remember what it’s like to be alive.

The Rest? History….

I’ve long been a fan of historical fiction.  I believe what captivates me most is the fact that it might have happened, though it is presented as any ‘ole tale.  Many remark that we should learn from the past in order to compose a greater future, but I believe the past is best left just there.  The knowledge that humans have gained in modern times is going to propel the world to great heights, just as the mindset of yesteryear was valuable to that time period, and I believe that is a beautiful thing.  The more we take the time to seek the unique qualities found within old history (both the good and the bad), the more knowledge we gain.

Both the Middle Ages and early American history interest me more than any other period in time.  Think about it.  These were times that lay claim to unmatched progression and devastation, all in one.  Society wasn’t nearly as cut-and-dry as it is today, and in a way, I wish I could experience that kind of existence (if even only for one day).  Can you imagine the sheer amount of novel-worthy situations that may have arisen then?  So much wonder…….so much mystery.  We are only human.