Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Lost

The little girl is lost
She knows not where to go
Or where she came from

Up ahead two paths lay waiting
Both are inviting, yet mysterious
The girl cries for help,
But no one hears her plea

Down, down, down she whirls
Into a darkness deeper than anything before
She knows not which way is up
Or the left from right
There is not a difference in night and day

She comes to a room, seemingly dark with no way out
As she looks around, she sees a cliff
Standing over it, she peers down at the silent infinity of dark
Though empty and frightening, it seems her only choice
In order to leave the overwhelming agony

Before she sinks into shadows, leaving her only foundation, her only hope
A voice is heard. “My child, you are loved. Never forget this.
Trust in Me, take My hand, and never let go.”
With the words still echoing in the room, all the darkness retreats,
And the way is clear as the little girl smiles, and takes her Daddy’s hand.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Lately.

Lately, I've been wishing that I lived in a different century.

More specifically, the 1800s.

I like the modern conveniences of the 21st century, but more and more I have been noticing that they are a little too convenient for some people. Did you know that kids spend about 8 hours a day using electronics? That includes TV, video games, Guitar Hero, internet/computer games, Nintendo DS, and everything in between. Sure, there is the Wii which allows a little physical movement, but not enough to keep kids from gaining weight. No wonder there is such an obesity problem! I am just not a fan of excessive technology.

Secondly, there is sooooo much processed food. It's hard for me, with a meal plan on campus, to find nutritious, wholesome, unprocessed foods. It just doesn't happen. It disgusts me so much to look on a label and find a list of ingredients and chemicals longer than my index finger. Whatever happened to eating fruits and vegetables? They've been surpassed by french fries and the like. And don't even get me started on soda pop! I cringe when I realize there are people who drink pop more than they drink water. No matter what you try to say, carbonated water is NOT the same as flat water. Look up the facts, and you will see that carbonated water blocks your body from absorbing calcium and many other important nutrients. And everything "diet." Now I really won't get started.

As much work as it would be, I would prefer to grow my own everything! We substitute quality for convenience in this day and age. I don't want to put harmful substances into my body, and I wish it was a little easier to avoid doing so. I know that I want to be relatively healthy when I am 70! Or 80, or 90. I plan on living as long as I can, and taking care of my body as well as possible. I know for a fact God wants us to live to the best of our abilities, which He has given us, and that we do not do that if we make stupid choices about nutrition. The facts are out there...here are some...it's up to you how you want to live your life.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Love is...

Figure Skating

“When I grow up, I wanna go to the Olympics and win a gold medal!”
That is your dream. And now, as you stand waiting at the boards, you remember that dream. You remember hours and hours of practice and a mother gently kissing skinned knees and hands. You remember getting dressed in your car, in the dark, in order to make the early morning rehearsals where you weren’t quite awake, but still did it anyway. Emotions surround you- thrill, anxiety, hope, joy-but you push them away. Your program runs through your head; you know every jump, turn, and spin by heart. As the announcer calls your name you enter the rink, preparing for the performance of a lifetime.
            You raise your arms in the welcoming warmth of the crowd and smile. “I can do this,” you think. You take your starting pose, your heart racing, and the music begins. Your body feels every beat, every note of the music. You glide confidently over the ice while your mind floats on an emotional high. You feel nothing, yet everything. Your first jump, a double axel, comes with ease. You come out of it with your leg raised high for your spiral sequence. By now you are psyched and flying higher and higher. The next jump combination is the easiest of the combinations, a triple Lutz- double loop. The transitions into it are smooth and intricate, and you vault into the air high and quickly. You can’t relax yet, though; ahead of you is the triple flip- triple toe combination.
As you pass the judges, you smile confidently, leaning backward on outside edges in a beautiful spread eagle. Your footwork is fancy and quick, and your body twists and dips with flair. The speed for your next- and last- combination is there, and the transitions feel right. Your body turns backward, forward, and then backward again. “Here goes nothing!” you think. You thrust your toe pick into the ice and turn one, two, three times. No stopping now!  You do the very same thing again, and land it with a precisely bent knee. Joy and relief seem to burst from you, and the crowd goes wild with encouragement. You fly through the rest of the elements knowing every movement with perfection. Here you are, finally, on Olympic ice, and to be doing so beautifully. This was your wildest of dreams, and now you are in the midst of it. You soak up the beauty of the arena and the Olympic experience. Although your legs are tired and numb, you go for it all, and do your spin combinations with every ounce of you. Flying camel, layback, Biellmann, corkscrew, and new artistic spins are your finishing elements. When the music stops, you strike your final pose, exhausted, but overjoyed. You don’t stick it for long, however; ecstatic energy overtakes you and you race across the ice, with arms pumped in the air. The journey of a lifetime is over.
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Figure Skating:
         n:  Ice skating consisting of one or more planned sequences of required and optional spins, jumps, and dancelike maneuvers, originally consisting of a program in which the skater traced prescribed, usually elaborate figures.

            Figure skating is a sport that involves not just athleticism, but beauty and expression. It is a worldwide sport, using music, which is considered the universal language. Figure skating originated in Northern Europe in the ninth century as a means of travel for hunting. It wasn’t until later that it was considered a leisure activity. Ice skating blades were first made of bone, and then later evolved to iron or steel. It was Sonja Henie’s short skirts and white skates that made it appealing to the world in 1928, when figure skating was previously added as an official Olympic sport. Since Henie, many other talented skaters have appeared in the limelight: Dick Button, Peggy Fleming, Dorothy Hamill, Scott Hamilton, Ekaterina Gordeeva, Sergei Grinkov, Kristi Yamaguchi, Kurt Browning, Tara Lipinski, and Michelle Kwan are just a few.
            The sport of figure skating is not just a sport, but an art and a form of expression. Just like any other activity, skating can be used as a way to express yourself. It’s been said that, “A beautiful skater paints on the ice.” Just like an artist conveys their feelings on canvas, a figure skater can reveal their emotions on ice. Knowing that, it makes sense that half of their score is technique, and half is artistry.
Figure skating is a sport filled with drama and excitement. Your four and a half minutes on the ice have to be perfect, in order to be the best. If your concentration is even the slightest bit off at a competition, your whole program could go down the drain. Your body must memorize every muscle movement, every turn, spin, and jump, in order to balance on the few millimeters of blade separating you from the ice. It takes confidence, yet not cockiness. It takes power, but not overexertion. You must have grace, speed, agility, and flexibility to win a gold medal. But most of all, you just have to love figure skating.





Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Beautiful Snow


I thought I should write a new post before school starts getting crazy busy again. It seems like I haven't written anything in a long time! 



I had a wonderful Christmas break. I got to spend time with friends and family, do some shopping, and just enjoy the time at home. I spent LOTS of time just sitting at home, not particularly by choice, but because of the snowy, wintry weather. My family was fortunate enough to still get to go to my grandma's for Christmas Eve, even though it was blowing and drifting like crazy. We enjoyed the traditional chili, cheese soup, and oyster stew (yuck). My grandma still got the Adornaments and we opened presents by the tree, as usual. I got a new board game called Quelf- the description on the box says  "the unpredictable party game that gives RANDOM a new name!" I definitely agree with that statement! It is such a hilarious game, and it will be a lot of fun to play it with people in my dorm. :)


Here's a picture of us playing it on Christmas Eve:




Even though the snow deterred some of my plans, it was okay because it was so pretty. After staying inside for about 3 days straight, my sister and I bundled up and trekked through the snow near my house.




















The snow is beautiful. I always think I hate winter until I'm in the midst of the snow. Yes, it does get old after a while, but I'm glad I live in a place where it actually gets cold enough in the winter to snow. I don't think I could ever live in Texas or Arizona or someplace like that. Another plus side of the snow is...snow days! I will always get to have snow days, even when I'm fifty. =]



Friday, December 25, 2009

My Favorite Things!

Here's my list:


Eric Carle books, Mafia, bran muffins, the Russian language, irises, Pez dispensers, monarch butterflies, homemade Valentines, farm animals, origami, fruit snacks, the smell after blowing out candles on a birthday cake, the Nutcracker, brand new crayons, going to sleep during a thunderstorm, fresh picked strawberries, Johnny Cash, piƱatas, brand new socks, Neapolitan ice cream, staring at the stars, scratch and sniff stickers, pumpkin bars, getting in your car and just driving, fresh baked bread, postage stamps, guacamole dip, campfires, cookie cutters, snow days, the sound of skate blades on ice, chocolate fondue fountains, gingerbread houses, little girls in Easter dresses, green bean casserole, the sound of coins clinking, sidewalk chalk, arcade games, shadow puppets, tiramisu, Globe Trekker, hand sanitizer, Elkay drinking fountains, Pigtail Bridge in the Black Hills, lattes in the morning, taking long bubble baths with candles and soft music, lilacs, gelato, Pig Mania, cute old couples, biscotti, long car trips with good music, ice cream sandwiches, shaggy carpet you can sink your toes into, Gooseberry Falls, flying over the Rocky Mountains, my guy friends who are gentlemen, thinking so deeply you confuse yourself, reading your favorite story books again, tuxedos, coming up with your own philosophies, dial telephones, daisies, garden hoses, scrapbooking, cotton candy, star tripping, Audrey Hepburn, fairytales, going out of your way to step on an exceptionally crunchy leaf, Palmolive dish soap, going swimming at night, reminiscing, goldfish crackers, going to the hospital to see the newborn babies, bluegrass music, Monet, whipped cream, ice sculptures, dominoes, taffeta, old farm houses, getting surprise packages in the mail, a good attitude among bad ones, sunlight streaming in through a window, down comforters, grandma’s potato salad, artistic photography, banana cream pie, sparklers, Italian sodas, baby kittens, Peggy Fleming’s chartreuse dress, the first warm days of spring, Saints of Virtue, Stephen Bly books, hearty laughter, San Juan Capistrano, getting to be first in line, My Fair Lady, baby clothes, old-fashioned clothespins, big sunglasses, the color pink, finding a new flavor of gum, hearing bullfrogs in a pond at night, inside jokes, dying Easter eggs, logic puzzles that leave you satisfied when you are done, finding out something is on sale when you thought it wasn’t, homemade quilts, leaving footprints on the sidewalk when your feet are wet, dreaming up all the places you want to travel, getting a lot of questions right when watching Jeopardy!, crab rangoon, moonlight on water, holding hands, pearl necklaces, getting your favorite magazine in the mail, Sunday dinner at the Hermans', little boys all dressed up, cartwheels and handsprings, Shirley Temples, kayaking, the stillness after rain, marble cake, big cities at night, daydreaming, getting back from a vacation and finding lots of messages on your answering machine, tiffany lamps, the county fair...




Thursday, December 10, 2009

A quick thought.

I feel the simmering urge to blog. Just something. Anything.

It's gonna be quick, since I have to actually get up in the morning. (We've had 2 snow days and tomorrow unfortunately returns to normalcy).

You know those times in your life when so much is going on around you? So many people are experiencing things that are difficult and it's really tough not to get your own emotions involved. It's like 10 million things are happening all at once, having direct effects on those around you, which in turn affects you significantly. You can't help but worry, hope, and pray for them. That is what has been happening to me as of late. So many difficult situations have arose, and even though I'm not going through them, they are making my emotions go crazy!

So much emotion...so much to think. I know if I didn't turn to God and give all of these worries to him, I wouldn't be able to handle everything. I know that not just my own worries and problems draw me closer to God, but also the problems of others. I want so desperately to help and to soothe, but I am only human and I cannot fix everything. Only God can, and realizing that is so comforting. I have the reassurance that God is taking care of everything that I am going through, as well as every single detail of every situation that others are experiencing. We have the comfort of knowing that He works out everything for good, and that He has plans to prosper us and not harm us (even though at times it's nearly impossible to see that). God is so good!

I want so desperately to be able to praise God in the storm, and not just during the good times. I used to never be able to talk about this, simply because I thought any mention of God being good during a storm would immediately bring a storm into my life. Well now I know that I will only be happy if I'm doing what God wants me to do, whether it's raining or not. I will be happy with God in a hurricane, but not if I'm alone in sunny weather. Hopefully this makes sense! Just a thought. :)

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Christmas candy is so pretty.












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