"Oh! The seaside!"
"The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in." ~ Sharon Creech
Hello, lovelies! I do apologize for my slight absence lately; I've been at the beach with my family!
It was a nice break, despite the unfortunate fact that we couldn't get into the water:( We got to do some shopping and movie/tv-watching and reading, etc.
I think I'll just mention a couple things that happened/that I bought, and then post a poem that I wrote while there:)
Lots of shopping! I got, all in all: three novels, an authentic-looking journal, a movie, an old inkwell, and one of those things that they used to blot/seal their letters (you know, the powder-keg that they'd shake over the paper?). Want some pictures? Well, I'm going to give you some, whether you want them or not, hehehe;)
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
I was really excited to find this for only about $5, because I've been wanting to read the original novel from whence the epicness that is the musical sprung;) (That sentence sounds hideously un-grammatical.)
Isn't this journal cool?! It's got linen pages, people. Linen pages!!! I'm just a wee bit excited;) And I also found a great feather when I was beach combing, and I'm hoping to use that, with my inkwell, for this journal:)
1984 by George Orwell
I started reading a little bit of this, and I was rather surprised; I really enjoyed what I read! Usually, futuristic stories are just not my thing, but this one holds a lot of promise:D
Song of Erin by BJ Hoff
This one I bought basically for the gorgeousness that is the cover. I mean, it has a Claddagh ring! I did like the little bit that I skimmed through before I bought it, so we'll see how it turns out. I don't read much Christian fiction romance, because I've been there and done that with that genre, if you know what I mean. There was a time when that was almost all I read, and let me tell you, I read some mediocre, not to mention inappropriate, stuff. But there were those few exceptions which proved to be good reads, so hopefully this will be one of them:)
I also bought the writing accessories, and The Prince of Egypt on VHS, but I didn't get pictures of those, and I'm too lazy to go back and do it, haha;)
We started Call the Midwife, and now we're kind of hooked;) It can be a bit awkward to watch with mixed genders, due to the subject matter *ahERM*, but it's entertaining and interesting.
I saw Cinderella!!!
And believe me, a review will be forthcoming!! Wow, I loved it:D I mean, it may well be one of the sweetest and most adorable things in recent history. Can I get an 'amen'?!;) Oh, and can we talk about how Perfect with a capital P Lily James was as Cinderella?! I've seen a number of Cinderellas, but she was without doubt the best I've seen. SO. PRECIOUS. (Oh, OH, and when *SPOILERS* Kit's father is dying, and he curls up on his chest like a little boy--WHAT WAS THAT?!?! I was dying. Both I and my mom, actually. I mean, this is supposed to be Disney!! I'm not supposed to get emotionally affected by this!) Anyway, I'm gonna save it for the review, but…wow. I liked it;)
So, I wrote this poem while I was there, but…well, it's a bit…sentimental:-/ And basically mushy and romantical and…yeah. And if it sounds at all pantheistic or naturalistic, I do apologize--that wasn't my intent. So yup, don't look too hard; it's not the best;) Anyway, enough apologizing; here it is:
Rising, falling, crashing, sighing;
Your waves a timeless orchestration play.
And here, standing on the shore,
On my knees, to God, I suddenly fall.
Breathless, I breathe,
Speechless, I speak
A prayer of thanks for the splendor
Of such a glorious junction of land and sky.
Irresistibly, my heart longs an impossible longing
To be engulfed, flooded, enveloped by your oceanic depths;
To run from the rigid solidity of land into your cold embrace,
Where body may be in peril but soul in freedom;
To become a part, somehow, of the majestic offering you are -
The offering of glory to Creator God.
O, sea, were I not haply convinced
That Heaven is a better destination far
Than any this finite world can boast -
Were I not joyfully sure He has a better plan for me -
I might almost pray God, on my exit from this world,
To let me, as the merfolk in tales of old,
Foam upon thine ageless face become.