Yesterday, the 18th of April, was my sister's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Lex!
We didn't do much, seeing as we'll be actually celebrating on friday.
But there is one big thing that happened. I have to tell you in advance, it was not planned, and it is one hundred percent true.
So me and Lex are walking home from school.
Just as we get to the bottom of the steps, Mama yells, "Don't open the door."
We were wondering what was wrong when suddenly something moved, right by the door.
It was an orange cat, crusted through with muck, so thin you'd have thought it was anorexic.
But what really showed was how it was missing chucks of fur, and how there were wounds all over her hind legs.
We looked at each other and slowly took a step back.
We'd often see wild cats around, and were warned about tom cats, and how they might be vicious, rabid, diseased, or otherwise dangerous.
We panicked. "What do we do?" we whispered urgently to each other.
And then something special happened.
The cat looked right at us, and gave a soft, helpless miaow.
"Awww," we chorused.
It just won us over completely.
And we saw the cat with new eyes, saw it's condition with worried eyes.
We went into the house immediately, and spoke with the family.
It turned out that the cat had already won the others over, too.
Dad said that it was a very nice cat. She wanted nothing but to be your best friend.
So we were allowed to touch her, and give her food, and bring her to the garage.
Now she has a bed, a heat lamp, a litter box, food and water, and a loving home, depsite it being in the garage.
Later that day lex looked at me with tears in her eyes, and said, "this is the best birthday present ever."
How could we ever give her up now? She made Lex so happy, and it was great because it was her birthday too.
So the cat-- now dubbed 'Friendly'-- has become a part of the family, if only temporarily.
All in all, it was a happy day for her.
Thursday 19 April 2012
Sunday 15 April 2012
Easter
Lately, I've been thinking about easter. And with it, the horror of Jesus's sacrifice.
It made me feel terrible to think that we murdered him. And why? Out of fear? Out of worry? In any case, it should have seemed rather pointless. He healed, he tought, he saved.
And so what ws the point of his destruction?
Answer: there was none.
It was our own stupidity that killed him.
But, at the same time, I can see his side.
He was more than willing to give his life for us, despite the fact that we were not neccessarily always worthy of such a gift.
I would have done the same for my family, for those that I love.
I can see that you can't watch those you love, those you live for, to let them die a final death, to have them disappear forever.
Why do we remember this sacrifice in particular?
Because it means that every one of us may ressurect, despite our actions. That we will live after death. that, in the end, we truly do not die.
We will be forgiven for all we have done-- and, in that, we can finally forgive ourselves.
But the biggest reason we remember this story when so many others fade away is the knowledge that each and every one of us is loved unconditionally.
As horrible as it may be that someone has to die for us, is it not comforting that there is a person, no matter how far away, that accepts us, that cares for us enough to give his life?
The sad part is, we begin to forget the wonder of such a miracle in the face of gifts and time off work.
That's all a holiday means nowadays... a day off, free time, gifts....
We remember, of course, but, in the light of more current events, does it really mean very much?
May we never forget the love and acceptance given to us. If we forgot about love, would there be anything left for us?
It made me feel terrible to think that we murdered him. And why? Out of fear? Out of worry? In any case, it should have seemed rather pointless. He healed, he tought, he saved.
And so what ws the point of his destruction?
Answer: there was none.
It was our own stupidity that killed him.
But, at the same time, I can see his side.
He was more than willing to give his life for us, despite the fact that we were not neccessarily always worthy of such a gift.
I would have done the same for my family, for those that I love.
I can see that you can't watch those you love, those you live for, to let them die a final death, to have them disappear forever.
Why do we remember this sacrifice in particular?
Because it means that every one of us may ressurect, despite our actions. That we will live after death. that, in the end, we truly do not die.
We will be forgiven for all we have done-- and, in that, we can finally forgive ourselves.
But the biggest reason we remember this story when so many others fade away is the knowledge that each and every one of us is loved unconditionally.
As horrible as it may be that someone has to die for us, is it not comforting that there is a person, no matter how far away, that accepts us, that cares for us enough to give his life?
The sad part is, we begin to forget the wonder of such a miracle in the face of gifts and time off work.
That's all a holiday means nowadays... a day off, free time, gifts....
We remember, of course, but, in the light of more current events, does it really mean very much?
May we never forget the love and acceptance given to us. If we forgot about love, would there be anything left for us?
Photo Challenge Cancellation
I never really found the time to update my blog with the photots, and now my camera card is full and I can't take anymore pictures. Sorry it's taken so long to write anything.
Sunday 1 April 2012
Video Art
This first video blew me away, and still continues to do so. This man is absolutely phenomenal. I can't believe that it is a painting. Never mind that, I can't believe that it comes from this planet. His works are absolutely magnificent. Fair warning, though. It's a bit dizzying at the end. Enjoy:
This is a beautiful song,with such descriptive lyrics. As well, it is from Breaking Dawn. I love the books.They are what truly made me a lover of books, and are a major contributing factor to my writing. It's like moral support, knowledge, entertainment, and wonder all wrapped into a beautifully designed little package.
This song is one of the most beautiful, hypnotic, and wonderful I have come across. Taylor Swift is such an amazing artist. She is beautiful and dedicated, and, of all things, herself. This song was written for the Hunger Games. It really is a shame that it was never used, but, nevertheless, we all know that it should have fit in.
From a great movie, Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. It has such touching themes while still managing to stay fun and loving. This is played by a young girl, Noelle, who was 12 at the time.
P.S. No copyright intended.
Photo-a-Day Challenge
I was searching around for a challenge to do and lucked into this one. My friend Naomi's blog gave me the idea. I meant to do it last month, but by then it was the fourteenth and it was too late to start. But now... Hehe. Excellent opportunity.
So here goes:
An upwards-facing clock hand.
Look up at the ceiling and you see.... (drum roll please)... the light!
The joys of living in an older house. You learn about all sorts of existences.
God
Why do we believe in the Lord?
Well, there are a million reasons. The comforting knowledge that our lives are in good hands. The feeling of safety. The hopeful fact that we are not alone.
But, most of all, the idea that there is always someone out there who cares. There is a person that, despite the fact that you cant see him, is there. You feel him in your heart.
It gives us something to live for, a reason to fight through.
Not everyone is fortunate. Not everyone has someone close to them that loves them unconditionally.
Has anyone here seen the play Split by Bradley Hayward?
If you haven't, here's the basic description: it;s about the way everyone's lives are split apart, and their stories and struggles. It shows bits and pieces of their hardships. In the end, it seems as though everyone can somewhat understand each other.
Some people, like those characters, don't have friends or a loving family. It's terrible, it is true, but that doesn't make it any less real.
I won't deny it. Many people are hard to put up with. But if we didn't at the very least try, are we really any less despicable?
I think that, like in school, we are mostly graded on effort. That means that, if the Lord does exist (not saying he does or doesn't), we aren't really going to get in to trouble if we don't do everything perfectly.
For example, I had a conversation with my mother not long ago, and we discussed how to fulfill the Lord's word.
We can't exactly follow the bible every time. It is impossible.
Also, it was brought to our attention that translations from language to language aren't exact.
So if we were good, loving people, then that would most likely be all that he asked.
We cannot change everything. Perhaps there is nearly nothing we can change.
But...
It's like the movie Pay it Forward. A little boy did these great deeds. Three big things for three different people, asking for nothing in return but to pay it forward. Which means to do the same, three big things for three different people.
What i am getting at is that emotion is like a big chain. A kind act can lead to another. A cruel act can lead to more cruelty.
It is up to us to decide what to pass on. But it is from experience that we learn that life is better lived in kindness. People are less willing to hate a kind person than one who will hurt them.
Also, like that little boy from the movie, the Lord doesn't seem to look for any reward. It seems to be enough of a reward to see a chain of goodness linking us all together.
Well, there are a million reasons. The comforting knowledge that our lives are in good hands. The feeling of safety. The hopeful fact that we are not alone.
But, most of all, the idea that there is always someone out there who cares. There is a person that, despite the fact that you cant see him, is there. You feel him in your heart.
It gives us something to live for, a reason to fight through.
Not everyone is fortunate. Not everyone has someone close to them that loves them unconditionally.
Has anyone here seen the play Split by Bradley Hayward?
If you haven't, here's the basic description: it;s about the way everyone's lives are split apart, and their stories and struggles. It shows bits and pieces of their hardships. In the end, it seems as though everyone can somewhat understand each other.
Some people, like those characters, don't have friends or a loving family. It's terrible, it is true, but that doesn't make it any less real.
I won't deny it. Many people are hard to put up with. But if we didn't at the very least try, are we really any less despicable?
I think that, like in school, we are mostly graded on effort. That means that, if the Lord does exist (not saying he does or doesn't), we aren't really going to get in to trouble if we don't do everything perfectly.
For example, I had a conversation with my mother not long ago, and we discussed how to fulfill the Lord's word.
We can't exactly follow the bible every time. It is impossible.
Also, it was brought to our attention that translations from language to language aren't exact.
So if we were good, loving people, then that would most likely be all that he asked.
We cannot change everything. Perhaps there is nearly nothing we can change.
But...
It's like the movie Pay it Forward. A little boy did these great deeds. Three big things for three different people, asking for nothing in return but to pay it forward. Which means to do the same, three big things for three different people.
What i am getting at is that emotion is like a big chain. A kind act can lead to another. A cruel act can lead to more cruelty.
It is up to us to decide what to pass on. But it is from experience that we learn that life is better lived in kindness. People are less willing to hate a kind person than one who will hurt them.
Also, like that little boy from the movie, the Lord doesn't seem to look for any reward. It seems to be enough of a reward to see a chain of goodness linking us all together.
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