A piece we played at our spring concert with Senior Orchestra and Symphonic Band combined.
A piece that I am learning. ^.^ Fun. (Choreography not included in my version)
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Thursday, June 6, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Back to Posting
Well, hopefully I can get back into this.
My schedule has been extremely full for some time. Hence the lack of posts.
However, I think I can start getting back to my normal posting ritual (if there ever was one).
Some things that have happened during my absence:
*I graduated highschool. Hooray!
*Several catastrophic events involving water happened around the farm. Not fun.
*I performed at a graduation ceremony. I now officially hate the song "Pomp and Circumstance" after having played it fifty times through. Those graduates needed to walk faster.
* We survived all of our spring concerts. I should have posted the dates on here, but I never had the time.
*I planned out my Senior Recital. Much work.
*I signed up for HSMA's Alumni Concert, which I am eligible to participate in because, after our last concert, I am no longer considered a student. This also means that I have one more week to learn twelve pieces of music, most of which I have never seen before. We only get one rehearsal before the concert. Yikes.
*My mother is expecting again! Baby is healthy so far.
*Arthritis is beginning to develop in all my joints. Not sure what's wrong with me, but it makes all activities more difficult. Hopefully it won't become chronic.
*I performed at the Honor's Recital. That was pretty amazing.
*I finally saw The Hobbit, and I was rather disappointed. I feel that everyone should know this. :P Some parts I liked, but others were complete fiasco. The Misty Mountains is a physics-free zone, apparently. No matter how far or hard you fall, you will not die. Unless you're a badguy, of course. Then you die if someone just happens to swing a stick your way. And Radagast? Nope. Didn't buy into the super-speed rabbits. But some of it was good, like I said.
*That seems to be all that I can think of at the moment. Hmm. I'm sure more happened.
Well, you'll see more of me later. I have to go practice all that music.
My schedule has been extremely full for some time. Hence the lack of posts.
However, I think I can start getting back to my normal posting ritual (if there ever was one).
Some things that have happened during my absence:
*I graduated highschool. Hooray!
*Several catastrophic events involving water happened around the farm. Not fun.
*I performed at a graduation ceremony. I now officially hate the song "Pomp and Circumstance" after having played it fifty times through. Those graduates needed to walk faster.
* We survived all of our spring concerts. I should have posted the dates on here, but I never had the time.
*I planned out my Senior Recital. Much work.
*I signed up for HSMA's Alumni Concert, which I am eligible to participate in because, after our last concert, I am no longer considered a student. This also means that I have one more week to learn twelve pieces of music, most of which I have never seen before. We only get one rehearsal before the concert. Yikes.
*My mother is expecting again! Baby is healthy so far.
*Arthritis is beginning to develop in all my joints. Not sure what's wrong with me, but it makes all activities more difficult. Hopefully it won't become chronic.
*I performed at the Honor's Recital. That was pretty amazing.
*I finally saw The Hobbit, and I was rather disappointed. I feel that everyone should know this. :P Some parts I liked, but others were complete fiasco. The Misty Mountains is a physics-free zone, apparently. No matter how far or hard you fall, you will not die. Unless you're a badguy, of course. Then you die if someone just happens to swing a stick your way. And Radagast? Nope. Didn't buy into the super-speed rabbits. But some of it was good, like I said.
*That seems to be all that I can think of at the moment. Hmm. I'm sure more happened.
Well, you'll see more of me later. I have to go practice all that music.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Recap of August
Sooo, what happened during August?
Nothing much out of the ordinary. I was asked to play with
the pit orchestra of our local acting group’s production of The Wizard of Oz. I’m
the only violinist, which puts me in a very scary position. I mean, just look
at this music:
Anyway, I’m plugging along with that. Show doesn’t play
until the second or third weekend of October, so I’ve got time.
Of course, I was looking through the music when I first got it and going, "What is that?". So we watched the movie to get the jist of things, and now everything makes sense. While we were watching it, the commentary was rolling:
"They had color in 1939?!"
"She's not wearing the shoes in that shot!"
"Wow, compared to the Munchkins, the Winkies have pretty awesome voices."
"The Tinman untied the hot air balloon! He's a traitor!"
It was much fun. ^.^
We went to the Civil War reenactment again this year. The
kids just love (and I hate) to see the battle and hear those cannons roar. I
like to stay to the back of the park while that’s going on; not too fond of
gunfire. However, the shops were fun to browse through; they had clothing,
cookingware, weapons, and all sorts of stuff from the Civil War era. They even
had a drummer and a fife player, and some other random soldier who danced an
Irish jig. We stopped at a woodcarver’s tent, and the lady gave Jesse quite a
few tips to use on his own projects; Lydia was given some sewing lessons, and
came away with some kind of handkerchief embroidery thing.
I’ve been keeping up with reading and writing, of course,
and a little drawing. Just sketches of characters and random little people,
really.
Oh, and another thing: I now have glasses. Not all-the-time
glasses; these are just for reading because my eyes aren’t strong enough to
handle the amount of reading that I’m doing. A source of headaches has been
discovered; apparently my eyes get tired and just quit, and my head starts to
pound. It’s funny, really; I, who have been an avid reader since the age of
five, have weak eyes. Hmm. Well, that’s how it stands.
Here they are:
Yes, they are large and dorky. I liked the color (at least,
over some of the others that were covered by insurance) so I snagged these
(plus, the co-pay was much smaller).
Anyroad, not much else has happened this summer. I finished
piano and violin lessons last week, and auditions for choir and orchestra are
on Saturday. For violin, I’ve got Handel’s “Sonata in D Major” and for choir “The
Infinite Shining Heavens”, which is an aria and I don’t know why on earth I
chose it. It was under the list of songs for high voice. *Shrug* It’s in a
horrible key and even worse time signature, but, oh well. Wish me grace.
Dia leat, mo chara.
Oh, and I almost forgot; I got this painting at the farmer's market in exchange for a bar of soap. I watched the girl do it entirely with spray-paint. Impressive, eh? It's hanging above my desk.
Firefox has crashed multiple times in the making of this post. Stupid, human-made technology.
Oh, and I almost forgot; I got this painting at the farmer's market in exchange for a bar of soap. I watched the girl do it entirely with spray-paint. Impressive, eh? It's hanging above my desk.
Firefox has crashed multiple times in the making of this post. Stupid, human-made technology.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Character Survival Guide
This is something that has been done before, just for kicks,
and I wanted to have my own. How I would act if I were a character in a story:
Character Survival Guide
1.
I will not be an
unnamed guard.
2.
I will not be the
protagonist’s aged mentor who is killed right before the climax.
3.
I will try my hardest not
to be the antagonist.
4.
If I must be a villain, and
if I capture the hero, I will not sit down with him and tauntingly tell
him my entire plan for world dominion. No; I will give him tea, lock him in a
cell, and walk away.
5.
If I am the antagonist, I
will try my hardest to reform.
6.
I will not enrage people by
killing the protagonist’s pet dog or something.
7.
In fact, it would be best
if I were the protagonist. They usually survive to the end.
8.
If there is ever an
expedition into a dark, unknown place, I will be neither the first nor the last
member of the party. I will be safely in the middle, and not be eaten from
behind or blunder blindly into a death-trap to be made an example of for the
other characters.
9.
I will not wander off from
the campsite to gather sticks.
10.
I will not leave my weapon
lying on a log while I’m off doing something.
11.
I will not pick up
mysterious objects from the protagonist’s dresser and then be eaten by the
antagonist.
12.
I will not be the protagonist’s
school rival, or anything like that.
13.
I will not go downstairs in
the dark of the night to investigate some strange noise from the kitchen.
14.
I will not be a slimy
traitor that everyone wishes would die.
15.
I will not be a loudmouth, rebellious
child and go my own way. No, I will stay were I’m told, not try to go after
people on my own, not sneak out the window after dark, and not open the door
for strangers.
16.
I will show strange and
magical objects to my parents or mentors.
17.
I will inform adults if I
am being stalked by strange individuals in trench coats and sunglasses.
18.
I will always keep my cell
phone charged, and not forget it or drop it into the river.
19.
I will always grab a jacket, shoes,
and a waterbottle before jumping into another world.
20.
I will take some form of
martial arts.
21.
I will not say that the
eerie sound coming from outside is just the wind.
22.
I will not say that the
strange creatures seen around the house are just imaginings.
I was in a funny mood. There are many more, if only you have the time to think of them. ^.^
Monday, June 11, 2012
Music of the Week
Perseus.
This is one of the pieces that the Senior Orchestra performed on Tour. Enjoy.^.^
This is one of the pieces that the Senior Orchestra performed on Tour. Enjoy.^.^
Oh, and for those of you that commented on "From the Edge of the Falls", I have given up trying to add a comment of my own in reply. Every time I try, the blog escorts me to the horrible Land of the White Screen, and refuses to let me continue. Therefore, I shall reply right here:
LE (G): Yes, the little details were the most important to me. I could go on and on about them, but there isn't enough space on the blog to contain them all. :p
B: I can't believe that I got thrown up on either! It was so completely unexpected. I guess I can laugh about it now...but at the time....we were rather appalled. Ew.
And thank you. I have several more pictures, but it takes so long to upload them...maybe I will at some later date. Now I wish I had gotten more, but I was too lazy to dig my camera out all the time, and in some places we weren't allowed to takes pictures because of copyright reasons.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
From the Edge of the Falls...
I have returned! After four amazingly strenuous days of tour, and several busy days since then (not to mention a dentist's appointment), I have finally found the time to relate my adventures.
What can I say? Tour was amazing! Traveling cross-county in a bus with seventy other musicians is definitely not an activity for the faint of heart.
We left Lansing at about 7:30am; my bench-partner (for lack of a better word) and I began chattering happily away as we got to know each other better. While we are both in choir, we sing in different sections, so we really hadn't been very close friends before. Then, something happened while we were cruising down the highway that neither of us will forget in a long time: the girl in the seat behind us got very sick.
Neither of us was aware of what had happened until after we spent several moments staring at the mess in front of us. It took a long time for us to recover afterward.
Despite the horrible beginning, the rest of the trip proved to be enjoyable; at least, after the four of us involved managed to get cleaned up. The bus, containing about fifty-seven people (the rest of the people traveled in a fifteen-passenger van to avoid squishing), was always very noisy. The people in the back of the bus (namely two cellists) amused themselves by singing Disney songs, Wizard of Oz songs, VeggieTales songs; and by quoting the movies The Princess Bride and The Lord of the Rings. The Somebody who quoted the clergyman from The Princess Bride was especially hilarious.
That, I should think, gives you an idea of what went on in the bus while we were traveling. Yes; those boys were singing everywhere that we went. Singing in very high-pitched voices, I might add.
Wednesday evening, we arrived in Niagara. Since we were late, our concert actually had to be moved back an hour, but everything else went as planned. We (that is, some of the choir people) ran around in the street trying to convince people to come into the conference center and listen to the music. Some people listened, some people kind of nodded their heads and continued walking; one dude took to his heels and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction, before he had even reached us.
While the band was playing, those of us who were outside noticed a cop car driving down the sidewalk (which was very wide). He didn't seem to think that he was doing anything out of the ordinary; he simply waved to us, and kept driving. Perhaps cops normally drive down the sidewalks in New York?
After the concert, we went to see the Falls all lit up; on the way to and fro, some of us sang numbers from The Wizard of Oz; my particular favorite was the Winkie Marching Song. Quite Fun. We received many odd looks from passersby, as might be expected.
The next morning, we performed at a school; I had woken up with a raging headache from lack of sleep (we arrived at the hotel at about midnight, got to bed about an hour later, and had to get up at five. This was repeated pretty much every day of tour). The rest of the day we spent at Niagara Falls.
Lunch and dinner were eaten at this amazing park that was above the gorge and whirlpool. We goofed off, relaxed, and played ridicules games; one of which was entitled "The Land of the Nice People", which I may explain to you at another time. It was extremely frustrating, I can assure you.
At the Falls, we went first to the Cave of the Winds, and then to the Maid of the Mist. I don't have any pictures from the Cave because it was far too wet for me to get my camera out. I was in the first group that went down. We rode an elevator down inside the cliff, came out into sea-gull-niceties land, and made our way over to the wooden platforms that clung to the rocks beside the bottom of the Falls.
It was awe-inspiring. We clambered around on those slippery red platforms, fighting the powerful wind and being engulfed in heavy sprays of cold water. The Falls roared over our heads, and the combined forces of the elements threatened to knock us right off into the churning river; at least, that's how I felt. I am deathly afraid of heights, and yet, somehow, I was able to climb around on those crazy sticks. I will never forget what it was like to stand on that Hurricane Deck (the "Rainbow Deck", as Someone called it), almost completely blinded by the icy water, and grinning up at my friends on either side. People were shrieking and howling (and singing) all around; one group of weirdos was dancing around in a circle and almost hurled themselves off the platform. The whole experience was terrifying and exhilarating at once. It made one appreciate the awesome, terrible power of one's Creator to stand, small and insignificant, next to that roaring, life-taking waterfall, and yet feel absolutely safe. I really can't explain it.
The Maid of the Mist was also quite an experience. We went right inside the circle of the Horseshoe Falls, where the mist was so thick that it blinded us, and my hair got drenched for the second time that day. the ponchos that they give you, by the way, are virtually useless. It's best to leave them off, and get soaked all the way so that you can get the full experience.
Many things happened on Tour; so many that I can't possibly record them all. The little things were actually the most significant to me. Like, while riding in the van with some other girls, we were playing the alphabet game just to pass the time. When it was your turn, you had to come up with an animal that started with the letter that you were on. When it came to her turn, one of the girls threw up her arms in frustration and said, "Rats! What starts with 'R'?" It took us a very long time to stop laughing.
When we performed at the Homeschool Conference in Rochester, we were actually fed a hot meal; and it was a black-tie, quite fancy meal at that. We were wearing our uniforms, so we were well-dressed for the occasion. After we finished eating, some of us figured out how to make our glasses hum, and we had a harmony-chorus going on before we were called onto the stage.
We also toured Eastman School of Music; saw their giant crystal chandelier, and the orchestra rehearsing under it; we toured Eastman House, which is very cool ( the dude had organ pipes built into his wall in the sitting room). George Eastman, founder of Eastman Kodak (or it might have been Kodak Eastman; I'm not sure) was a millionaire and had a beautiful house and gardens (I loved the grape vines!), but, despite his wealth, he was very unhappy when he began to fall under the regime of old age. He shot himself after taking care of his estate, apparently. His suicide note was on display at that the house; and that, more than anything else, had an eerie effect on me.
While at the nursing home, some of us were out in the hallway, kind of relaxing after we had finished performing. A crazy nurse came by to take pictures of all of us, much to our dismay.
On the way back from Tour, we stopped at a pizza parlor in Toledo and enjoyed deep-dish pizza and a song sung by four of our people; they took one of the choir's songs (Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel?) and rewrote the words. The result was hilarious.
When we finally arrived back in Lansing, at 11:12pm (I remember!), we were all very much exhausted and wished for nothing more than a nice, soft bed (especially me, since I had to take the floor at the hotels). We unpacked, said our hasty goodbyes, and returned to the cycle of normal life (ha!) once more. I still can't believe how many good friends I've made on that tour; most people I had just passed in the hallway on rehearsal night and never spoken to. Not anymore.
There. Now you have the longest post in the history of posting; and that concludes my Tales of Tour.
What can I say? Tour was amazing! Traveling cross-county in a bus with seventy other musicians is definitely not an activity for the faint of heart.
We left Lansing at about 7:30am; my bench-partner (for lack of a better word) and I began chattering happily away as we got to know each other better. While we are both in choir, we sing in different sections, so we really hadn't been very close friends before. Then, something happened while we were cruising down the highway that neither of us will forget in a long time: the girl in the seat behind us got very sick.
Neither of us was aware of what had happened until after we spent several moments staring at the mess in front of us. It took a long time for us to recover afterward.
Despite the horrible beginning, the rest of the trip proved to be enjoyable; at least, after the four of us involved managed to get cleaned up. The bus, containing about fifty-seven people (the rest of the people traveled in a fifteen-passenger van to avoid squishing), was always very noisy. The people in the back of the bus (namely two cellists) amused themselves by singing Disney songs, Wizard of Oz songs, VeggieTales songs; and by quoting the movies The Princess Bride and The Lord of the Rings. The Somebody who quoted the clergyman from The Princess Bride was especially hilarious.
That, I should think, gives you an idea of what went on in the bus while we were traveling. Yes; those boys were singing everywhere that we went. Singing in very high-pitched voices, I might add.
Wednesday evening, we arrived in Niagara. Since we were late, our concert actually had to be moved back an hour, but everything else went as planned. We (that is, some of the choir people) ran around in the street trying to convince people to come into the conference center and listen to the music. Some people listened, some people kind of nodded their heads and continued walking; one dude took to his heels and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction, before he had even reached us.
While the band was playing, those of us who were outside noticed a cop car driving down the sidewalk (which was very wide). He didn't seem to think that he was doing anything out of the ordinary; he simply waved to us, and kept driving. Perhaps cops normally drive down the sidewalks in New York?
After the concert, we went to see the Falls all lit up; on the way to and fro, some of us sang numbers from The Wizard of Oz; my particular favorite was the Winkie Marching Song. Quite Fun. We received many odd looks from passersby, as might be expected.
The next morning, we performed at a school; I had woken up with a raging headache from lack of sleep (we arrived at the hotel at about midnight, got to bed about an hour later, and had to get up at five. This was repeated pretty much every day of tour). The rest of the day we spent at Niagara Falls.
Lunch and dinner were eaten at this amazing park that was above the gorge and whirlpool. We goofed off, relaxed, and played ridicules games; one of which was entitled "The Land of the Nice People", which I may explain to you at another time. It was extremely frustrating, I can assure you.
At the Falls, we went first to the Cave of the Winds, and then to the Maid of the Mist. I don't have any pictures from the Cave because it was far too wet for me to get my camera out. I was in the first group that went down. We rode an elevator down inside the cliff, came out into sea-gull-niceties land, and made our way over to the wooden platforms that clung to the rocks beside the bottom of the Falls.
It was awe-inspiring. We clambered around on those slippery red platforms, fighting the powerful wind and being engulfed in heavy sprays of cold water. The Falls roared over our heads, and the combined forces of the elements threatened to knock us right off into the churning river; at least, that's how I felt. I am deathly afraid of heights, and yet, somehow, I was able to climb around on those crazy sticks. I will never forget what it was like to stand on that Hurricane Deck (the "Rainbow Deck", as Someone called it), almost completely blinded by the icy water, and grinning up at my friends on either side. People were shrieking and howling (and singing) all around; one group of weirdos was dancing around in a circle and almost hurled themselves off the platform. The whole experience was terrifying and exhilarating at once. It made one appreciate the awesome, terrible power of one's Creator to stand, small and insignificant, next to that roaring, life-taking waterfall, and yet feel absolutely safe. I really can't explain it.
The Maid of the Mist was also quite an experience. We went right inside the circle of the Horseshoe Falls, where the mist was so thick that it blinded us, and my hair got drenched for the second time that day. the ponchos that they give you, by the way, are virtually useless. It's best to leave them off, and get soaked all the way so that you can get the full experience.
Many things happened on Tour; so many that I can't possibly record them all. The little things were actually the most significant to me. Like, while riding in the van with some other girls, we were playing the alphabet game just to pass the time. When it was your turn, you had to come up with an animal that started with the letter that you were on. When it came to her turn, one of the girls threw up her arms in frustration and said, "Rats! What starts with 'R'?" It took us a very long time to stop laughing.
When we performed at the Homeschool Conference in Rochester, we were actually fed a hot meal; and it was a black-tie, quite fancy meal at that. We were wearing our uniforms, so we were well-dressed for the occasion. After we finished eating, some of us figured out how to make our glasses hum, and we had a harmony-chorus going on before we were called onto the stage.
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| Rochester Convention Center = Pretty cool |
We also toured Eastman School of Music; saw their giant crystal chandelier, and the orchestra rehearsing under it; we toured Eastman House, which is very cool ( the dude had organ pipes built into his wall in the sitting room). George Eastman, founder of Eastman Kodak (or it might have been Kodak Eastman; I'm not sure) was a millionaire and had a beautiful house and gardens (I loved the grape vines!), but, despite his wealth, he was very unhappy when he began to fall under the regime of old age. He shot himself after taking care of his estate, apparently. His suicide note was on display at that the house; and that, more than anything else, had an eerie effect on me.
While at the nursing home, some of us were out in the hallway, kind of relaxing after we had finished performing. A crazy nurse came by to take pictures of all of us, much to our dismay.
On the way back from Tour, we stopped at a pizza parlor in Toledo and enjoyed deep-dish pizza and a song sung by four of our people; they took one of the choir's songs (Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel?) and rewrote the words. The result was hilarious.
When we finally arrived back in Lansing, at 11:12pm (I remember!), we were all very much exhausted and wished for nothing more than a nice, soft bed (especially me, since I had to take the floor at the hotels). We unpacked, said our hasty goodbyes, and returned to the cycle of normal life (ha!) once more. I still can't believe how many good friends I've made on that tour; most people I had just passed in the hallway on rehearsal night and never spoken to. Not anymore.
There. Now you have the longest post in the history of posting; and that concludes my Tales of Tour.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Music of the Week
^-^ Introducing the Don Juan Symphony, by Richard Strauss.
I'm going to see the MSU Symphony perform this at the Wharton Center tomorrow. This piece is absolutely terrific, and will definitely keep me, if not all the rest of the audience (even those who are texting in the next row down), on the edge of my seat. This is one of the most difficult-to-play scores ever written for orchestra, according to my violin instructor. And if he thinks it's hard, it's probably enough to blow the mind of any average person, 'cause the guy can play.
Notice the conductor's interesting way of directing:
^.^ Tomorrow, the orchestra is also performing Beethoven's Ninth, which includes the choir; so, *squee*---I can't wait to hear the choir and orchestra together.
I'm going to see the MSU Symphony perform this at the Wharton Center tomorrow. This piece is absolutely terrific, and will definitely keep me, if not all the rest of the audience (even those who are texting in the next row down), on the edge of my seat. This is one of the most difficult-to-play scores ever written for orchestra, according to my violin instructor. And if he thinks it's hard, it's probably enough to blow the mind of any average person, 'cause the guy can play.
Notice the conductor's interesting way of directing:
^.^ Tomorrow, the orchestra is also performing Beethoven's Ninth, which includes the choir; so, *squee*---I can't wait to hear the choir and orchestra together.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Picture of the Week
Psalm 39:11b: You consume as a moth what is precious to him; surely every man is a mere breath.
Psalm 139: 7-10: Where can I go from Your spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to Heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Hell, behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the dawn, if I dwell in the remotest part of the sea, even there Your hand will lead me, and Your right hand will lay hold of me.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Music of the Week
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Aren't I a Genius?
Forgo the grammar issue for a moment, dear Reader. Yes, my genius self has discovered a new way through which to obtain a concussion. No, I didn't actually get a concussion when I did it, just a bit of a head-smack. But it is possible, and I'm thoroughly convinced of it, to actually crack one's head open performing the following stunt.
You're probably thinking, "Kayla, your head already is cracked," and I won't deny the statement. But my most recent episode unfolded in the following manner:
I've always liked to go down stairs in a unique way. Sort of bound down them with a dotted-sixteenth rythm, and then skip the last two steps, hanging onto the railing and sort of sliding epically into the laundry room. Well, this time, everything went absolutely normal until the last bit. I was wearing wool socks, you see, and they slide gloriously well on a hardwood floor. They slid a little bit too well on the concrete when I made my triumphant leap off the steps, and, well, you can imagine the rest. Because I was still holding onto the rail, I didn't hit very hard at all. But I spent a few moments thinking of how much worse it could have been.
Will I learn from my crash, and change the method in which I traverse the steps? Not a chance. I will, however, not be so cocky when flinging myself off of them.
Oh, and the real reason for this blog post is actually my newest poem. Enjoy:
Journey
Midway through the tread of time
I stepped onto the road
With eyes cast down to mind the ruts
Precariously forward strode
Though scanned with mortal perception
Some pit would catch a hold
My cloak, though black and heavy
Did not fend off the bitter cold
A little further onward
And did my eyes perceive
A strange and stately figure
Hastening to meet me
We had but spoken little
When he suddenly took hold
And changed my blackened garment
For a dripping crimson robe
From that moment forward
Though still toiling up the road
His hand anchored when I stumbled
His presence made me bold
When at length, and weary-worn
I came to the shore of the sea
I left the sands of Time behind
And turned toward Eternity
I could not see the distant shore
My feet no longer felt the ground
I kicked my tattered shoes off
And He pulled me, safe and sound
And carried me up the opposite shore
And I, with awestruck delight
Looked down upon my garment
To see it gleam the purest white.
You're probably thinking, "Kayla, your head already is cracked," and I won't deny the statement. But my most recent episode unfolded in the following manner:
I've always liked to go down stairs in a unique way. Sort of bound down them with a dotted-sixteenth rythm, and then skip the last two steps, hanging onto the railing and sort of sliding epically into the laundry room. Well, this time, everything went absolutely normal until the last bit. I was wearing wool socks, you see, and they slide gloriously well on a hardwood floor. They slid a little bit too well on the concrete when I made my triumphant leap off the steps, and, well, you can imagine the rest. Because I was still holding onto the rail, I didn't hit very hard at all. But I spent a few moments thinking of how much worse it could have been.
Will I learn from my crash, and change the method in which I traverse the steps? Not a chance. I will, however, not be so cocky when flinging myself off of them.
Oh, and the real reason for this blog post is actually my newest poem. Enjoy:
Journey
Midway through the tread of time
I stepped onto the road
With eyes cast down to mind the ruts
Precariously forward strode
Though scanned with mortal perception
Some pit would catch a hold
My cloak, though black and heavy
Did not fend off the bitter cold
A little further onward
And did my eyes perceive
A strange and stately figure
Hastening to meet me
We had but spoken little
When he suddenly took hold
And changed my blackened garment
For a dripping crimson robe
From that moment forward
Though still toiling up the road
His hand anchored when I stumbled
His presence made me bold
When at length, and weary-worn
I came to the shore of the sea
I left the sands of Time behind
And turned toward Eternity
I could not see the distant shore
My feet no longer felt the ground
I kicked my tattered shoes off
And He pulled me, safe and sound
And carried me up the opposite shore
And I, with awestruck delight
Looked down upon my garment
To see it gleam the purest white.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
From the Time Vortex
Oh my.
Yes, how on Raxacoricofalapatorious did I miss over an entire week of blogging?!
(There is a reason, you know. A good one).
*Ahem*
I was, erm, minding my own business, slogging through life (yes, slogging is an appropriate term) when all of a sudden I heard this horrible whooshing behind me (this is where it gets really exciting). I was yanked off my feet, sucked into the Time Vortex, spun around a couple of times, and spit back out on the other side of the week with only half of my senses left. (For my credit, most travelers lose all of their sanity in the Time Vortex. I kept half of mine).
Oh, my indeed. Yes, that's truly what happened. *Cough*
Anywho, I shall try to function normally this week post-wise; so fret not, dear Readers. Expect stuff later tonight or tomorrow or a post-frenzy on Saturday or something that displays that life still exists on this blog. If nothing appears, you can all shout at me to make sure I haven't made a wrong turn and ended up at the edge of the universe again. Because that does happen sometimes.
(Visit me, though, if I ever do get stuck there again. Some of the other folks there are a little ditzy, if you know what I mean.)
Yes, how on Raxacoricofalapatorious did I miss over an entire week of blogging?!
(There is a reason, you know. A good one).
*Ahem*
I was, erm, minding my own business, slogging through life (yes, slogging is an appropriate term) when all of a sudden I heard this horrible whooshing behind me (this is where it gets really exciting). I was yanked off my feet, sucked into the Time Vortex, spun around a couple of times, and spit back out on the other side of the week with only half of my senses left. (For my credit, most travelers lose all of their sanity in the Time Vortex. I kept half of mine).
Oh, my indeed. Yes, that's truly what happened. *Cough*
Anywho, I shall try to function normally this week post-wise; so fret not, dear Readers. Expect stuff later tonight or tomorrow or a post-frenzy on Saturday or something that displays that life still exists on this blog. If nothing appears, you can all shout at me to make sure I haven't made a wrong turn and ended up at the edge of the universe again. Because that does happen sometimes.
(Visit me, though, if I ever do get stuck there again. Some of the other folks there are a little ditzy, if you know what I mean.)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Music of the Week
HSMA's Symphonic Band played this piece, and I got to sit up in the balcony and watch while waiting for my choir's next performance. 'Twas quite interesting, though not as 'moving' as orchestra.
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