"I have come back to you now, at the turn of the tide"

Rather literally, in fact. I shall explain in a moment. ;)
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Currently reading: The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper
Most recently watched movie: Inkheart
Current favorite quote: "I knew he was there, standing uncertainly before my door, several minutes before he said, tentatively: 'Beauty? Is something wrong?' I was usually changed and downstairs again in less than half the time I had spent sitting on the floor tonight.
'They're forcing me to wear a dress I don't like,' I said sulkily, from the floor. 'I mean, it won't come off.'
'Forcing you? Why?'
'I haven't the faintest idea!' I shouted, and pulled off a few bracelets and hurled them at the fireplace. They half-turned and threw themselves back at me, and over my wrists.
'That's very odd,' he said through the door. After a pause, he added, 'What's wrong with it?'
'I don't like it,' I said sullenly.
'Er -- may I see?'
'Of course not!' I shouted again. 'If I didn't mind your seeing it, why am I staying in my room? Who else is there to see me?'
'You care how I see you?' he said; his voice was muffled by the door, and I could be sure of only the astonishment....There was a pause and then a roar that made me cower down where I sat and clap my hands over my ears...I found myself hauled to my feet and tumbled in several directions at once; and when I emerged again, breathless, the fairy dress was gone....I was wearing a dress of an indeterminate colour...I laughed, and went over to open the door.
...the Beast looked at me gravely. 'I fear they are angry with you,' he said.
'Yes, I think you're right,' I said cheerfully....
'Shall we go down then?' he said." --From Beauty by Robin McKinley (rather long, I know, but I just love that part.)
Picture of the day:
Picture explanation: I <3 Dustfinger.

So what's the "turn of the tide" I'm talking about? Well, remember in my last post (and by the by, I am most dreadfully sorry that was so long ago; I have been oober busy), how I said that my NaNoWriMo story was lost? Now it is lost no more!! :D I found it!!! I was so slap-happy when I had it under my eyes again and was reading eagerly, I was practically hyperventilating. ;D To avoid further such distressing instances, I took the precaution of e-mailing it to myself so I can access it anytime I want. Talk about sweet relief!

For this blog post, I think I'd like to post some random thoughts I've jotted down recently in various notebooks...just a few, but I think you'll like them.

[1.] "On Music"
Music brings out in us the parts of ourselves we didn't even know existed...the hidden actor who lies deep in our souls. Not only does music bring out our romantic interior -- our passions and dreams which are interpreted in the music -- but also our dignity, our playfulness, our humor, our royalness, our pomposity. There is a bit of the jester and the king in all of us, in some more than others; but music through its mystery reveals the mystery of our being.

[2.] "On Purity"
Purity is like a glass made of the finest crystal: if shattered, it can never be made quite whole; if dirty or sullied, it takes a little work to make it clean again; but if kept well-polished carefully, it will sparkle radiantly for all to see, and light will dance through it. And those who partake of its drink -- its fruit -- will be warmed down to their very hearts.

[3.] "On Love"
The realization that God loves us tenderly -- passionately -- crazily enough to let Himself be tortured and humiliated for us, should be enough to stop us when we are about to succumb to temptation. Do we not know that every time we sin, we figuratively enter the Via Dolorosa (Way of Sorrows) and join the angry mob in spitting in Jesus' face? The realization that Jesus loves us so intensely -- almost jealously -- should be enough to spur us on to stepping beside Him, kissing His lovely face covered with blood and spit and tears, and picking up His Cross ourselves. When we do so, that all-consuming Love, that desiring Love, elevates our being so that, indeed, His burden seems light. For what we think is His burden is really ours; our burden He has been bearing all along, and His burden, as with every other thing, He gently lays on our back.

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Pax,
Limwen