I remember, when I was a little girl, that I'd crawl up on the counter tops and stand as high as I could. I wanted to know what a big person's view of the world looked like. At the time, it was pretty scary. I'm glad we, as humans, grow a little bit at a time. Can you imagine the torture of one huge growing pain, the disgustingness of the stretch marks, and the awkwardness of growing tall-- all at once?
Another memory just popped into my head! When I was still a little girl (probably around the same time that I crawled up on the counter) I had a dream that my family was going out to eat at a Burger King when, all of the sudden, I started to grow! It was the weirdest thing (kind of like when Alice (in Alice in Wonderland) eats the pastry and grows really huge). I remember saying "Hold on guys, I'm growing. Wait for me!" like it was a normal, everyday, little kid thing to do. I'm glad we don't all shoot up in a matter of minutes. It would be fast, yes, but I like doing some things bit by bit. I'm not sure I could have handled one huge zip to 5'7". The elevation change would have killed me and I'm afraid of heights enough, as it is.... hehe.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Los Libros
Do I have any favorite books? Yes. I love books and am in love with the idea of books. Having the chance to read makes for a lovely get-a-way. Nothing compares to being able to picture the scenery, characters, and basically everything that is within the pages of a well written piece of literature.
How does one go about envisioning a story? All it takes is a wee bit of an imagination. It is like going to the movies only better because it broadens one's vocabulary, there is no positive or negative influence of a movie director, and it is just better.... :)
Peter Pan is my all time favorite book.
J.M Barrie's idea about kids not having to grow up fascinates me, I guess. Staying young forever and growing old both could be considered curses and blessings.... I like to think about all of the different factors and then try and picture myself as Wendy. I often wonder, if I were her, whether or not I would have stayed in Never Never Land or decided to grow up.
Anyways, it is such a magical little story and every time I read it, I feel like I am reconnected to my childhood. It is a nice little reminder that I don't ever want to lose such a connection, ya know?
Plus... Any story with pirates, mermaids, fairies, flying, magic, and fabulous word usage (i.e. "Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom!" "Dark and sinister man, have at thee!" (doesn't that just make you want to whip out a sword???)) is bound to win my favor.
How does one go about envisioning a story? All it takes is a wee bit of an imagination. It is like going to the movies only better because it broadens one's vocabulary, there is no positive or negative influence of a movie director, and it is just better.... :)
Peter Pan is my all time favorite book.
J.M Barrie's idea about kids not having to grow up fascinates me, I guess. Staying young forever and growing old both could be considered curses and blessings.... I like to think about all of the different factors and then try and picture myself as Wendy. I often wonder, if I were her, whether or not I would have stayed in Never Never Land or decided to grow up.
Anyways, it is such a magical little story and every time I read it, I feel like I am reconnected to my childhood. It is a nice little reminder that I don't ever want to lose such a connection, ya know?
Plus... Any story with pirates, mermaids, fairies, flying, magic, and fabulous word usage (i.e. "Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom!" "Dark and sinister man, have at thee!" (doesn't that just make you want to whip out a sword???)) is bound to win my favor.
My Spirit's Nocturn
Stars are shining above me
The wind tickles my skin
And I smile 'cause my heart's free
Beating and soaring within
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Home Sweet Home
I am finally back from from my summer travels and have decided that there is definitely no place like home! I enjoyed the majority of my trips to California and Washington, but they both had their stressful moments.
As I mentioned, in a previous post, my brother decided to get hitched. Little Davey is now a married man! Can you believe it? I wouldn't be able to, were it not for my presence at the temple and their receptions.
...Sorry, but this post is being cut short and by "cut short" I mean that it is done.
Would you like an explanation? Well, let me just say that time's been a tickin' and I've been a slackin'. Because of the amount of time that has lapsed from when I first started typing, my creative juices are pulling me on to bigger and better (or, at least, more recent) topics.
As I mentioned, in a previous post, my brother decided to get hitched. Little Davey is now a married man! Can you believe it? I wouldn't be able to, were it not for my presence at the temple and their receptions.
...Sorry, but this post is being cut short and by "cut short" I mean that it is done.
Would you like an explanation? Well, let me just say that time's been a tickin' and I've been a slackin'. Because of the amount of time that has lapsed from when I first started typing, my creative juices are pulling me on to bigger and better (or, at least, more recent) topics.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Inspired Compositions
What is it about some music that makes a person's heart stir? I swear, from my own experience, that some pieces of music give me goose bumps, bring tears to my eyes, and take my breath away. Why is it that music can enter our very souls with such ease and magnificent power?
I adore music. I always have and assuredly always shall. I love to sing and play instruments. One day, I hope to be able to compose my own works of music. How amazing it would be to portray the whole spectrum of emotion through the perfect usage of melodies, motifs, key signatures, cadences, dynamics, and similar devices.
I have started several pieces and am planning on completing (or at least furthering my efforts) on each, throughout the rest of the summer. Any advice for an experimenting musician?
I adore music. I always have and assuredly always shall. I love to sing and play instruments. One day, I hope to be able to compose my own works of music. How amazing it would be to portray the whole spectrum of emotion through the perfect usage of melodies, motifs, key signatures, cadences, dynamics, and similar devices.
I have started several pieces and am planning on completing (or at least furthering my efforts) on each, throughout the rest of the summer. Any advice for an experimenting musician?
Saturday, June 2, 2007
To the Lake and Back Again: A Boating Tale
I fried myself at the lake, today. You may be asking, "Brooke, is this a good thing?" Of course it is! In fact, I had a blast while doing so. I know, I know, I need to be careful about too much sun. Skin cancer is a very real disease and one that I would prefer to only hear about (and even that is disheartening).
Anyway, a few of my friends have a boat and all of the needed gear for hours of playin' in the water. After getting up early, readying things for the day, and traveling out of town, there is nothing like lathering on the sunscreen and hanging out on the lake.
We packed some scrumptious food. So... if we weren't on the boat, we could gobble down all sorts of goodies. On the boat, though, was where the real excitement occurred. We took turns tubing, wake boarding, and water skiing. I have had some not so enjoyable experiences with water skiing, though, and ended up opting out of that particular activity. I need to take a jump of courage and get rid of this little fear. Maybe, on my next boat outing, I'll be brave.
Story time...
A long time ago, when I first attempted to water ski, my small body was nothing but skin and bones. That's right, I had no meat and by meat I mean muscle. I was one weak little girl, that is for sure! I could have gained some muscles, I suppose, had I continued my efforts in perfecting the art of water skiing, but one try was all the sport got out of me.
Because of a lack of muscles, I could hardly lift myself up enough to even really ride on the skis. As quickly as I was up, I was back down. In my youthful stupidity (or, perhaps, it was the shock of my crash into the cold water....take your pick), I clung to the rope and was dragged behind the boat. I remember being in a really pathetic state and thinking (as gallons of diseased water entered my sinus cavities), "why aren't they stopping?" Luckily, my logic kicked in and I was able to let go. Let me just say that that trip to Lucky Peak is not on my list of favorites.
Every time since has been lovely, but (like I already said) I never again tried on the water skis. The idea of wake boarding also has a bit of a bite to it. I'm sure, by now, that I have matured enough to pull myself up and/or let go of the rope. I do need to get over my issues. Yes, yes I do. Okay...Ready, set, go! I am, as of this moment, setting a goal to overcome the previously mentioned retardedness. I will take on a set of water skis/wake boards. I love tubing and am now determined to spread such feelings to other boating activities. Wish me luck!
...And we're back from one of my tangents.
Today, we arrived at the Lucky Peak Reservoir early enough to snag an awesome dock. Along with being able to gorge down gobs of grub, our dock provided us with many other surprises and luxuries. We were attached to a spot of land that had a shack. Complete with toilet holes and paper, it was quite the edifice (that is if you were able to look past the broken bear bottles, the animal/insect habitations, and the bullet holes). Ah bathrooms (or outhouses, in this case)! Ya gotta love 'em.
Our dock was the home of many beautiful butterflies. I was fortunate enough to have three huge monarchs land on me. I think they were attracted to the bright colored polka dots of my swim suit. Then again, maybe I'm just amazing like that. If I were a butterfly, I'd want to land on the gorgeous Miss Brooke-- especially if she was in a swim suite. Ooh la la... ;)
We were also visited by two families of geese. I know that humans aren't supposed to feed wildlife, but I couldn't resist the temptation and ended up breaking apart a few pieces of bread and tossing them, one by one, into the rippling water. I love the enthusiasm of animals, when it comes to food intake. They always rush to the catch and fight over the crumbs.
We, as wealthy humans, take advantage of the abundance of food and other resources. Can you imagine life without the comforts of a grocery store? If we were to take care of ourselves, like animals, fighting for our lives would be a battle of survival. In my mind, I can picture my own family as a flock of geese. It is an interesting scene and meal time would definitely be exciting-- feathers flying and everything... Weird.
So basically, it has been a grand day. This blog is as blogged as it is going to get and I am now off to go and coat my soar skin with aloe vera. MMM good.
Anyway, a few of my friends have a boat and all of the needed gear for hours of playin' in the water. After getting up early, readying things for the day, and traveling out of town, there is nothing like lathering on the sunscreen and hanging out on the lake.
We packed some scrumptious food. So... if we weren't on the boat, we could gobble down all sorts of goodies. On the boat, though, was where the real excitement occurred. We took turns tubing, wake boarding, and water skiing. I have had some not so enjoyable experiences with water skiing, though, and ended up opting out of that particular activity. I need to take a jump of courage and get rid of this little fear. Maybe, on my next boat outing, I'll be brave.
Story time...
A long time ago, when I first attempted to water ski, my small body was nothing but skin and bones. That's right, I had no meat and by meat I mean muscle. I was one weak little girl, that is for sure! I could have gained some muscles, I suppose, had I continued my efforts in perfecting the art of water skiing, but one try was all the sport got out of me.
Because of a lack of muscles, I could hardly lift myself up enough to even really ride on the skis. As quickly as I was up, I was back down. In my youthful stupidity (or, perhaps, it was the shock of my crash into the cold water....take your pick), I clung to the rope and was dragged behind the boat. I remember being in a really pathetic state and thinking (as gallons of diseased water entered my sinus cavities), "why aren't they stopping?" Luckily, my logic kicked in and I was able to let go. Let me just say that that trip to Lucky Peak is not on my list of favorites.
Every time since has been lovely, but (like I already said) I never again tried on the water skis. The idea of wake boarding also has a bit of a bite to it. I'm sure, by now, that I have matured enough to pull myself up and/or let go of the rope. I do need to get over my issues. Yes, yes I do. Okay...Ready, set, go! I am, as of this moment, setting a goal to overcome the previously mentioned retardedness. I will take on a set of water skis/wake boards. I love tubing and am now determined to spread such feelings to other boating activities. Wish me luck!
...And we're back from one of my tangents.
Today, we arrived at the Lucky Peak Reservoir early enough to snag an awesome dock. Along with being able to gorge down gobs of grub, our dock provided us with many other surprises and luxuries. We were attached to a spot of land that had a shack. Complete with toilet holes and paper, it was quite the edifice (that is if you were able to look past the broken bear bottles, the animal/insect habitations, and the bullet holes). Ah bathrooms (or outhouses, in this case)! Ya gotta love 'em.
Our dock was the home of many beautiful butterflies. I was fortunate enough to have three huge monarchs land on me. I think they were attracted to the bright colored polka dots of my swim suit. Then again, maybe I'm just amazing like that. If I were a butterfly, I'd want to land on the gorgeous Miss Brooke-- especially if she was in a swim suite. Ooh la la... ;)
We were also visited by two families of geese. I know that humans aren't supposed to feed wildlife, but I couldn't resist the temptation and ended up breaking apart a few pieces of bread and tossing them, one by one, into the rippling water. I love the enthusiasm of animals, when it comes to food intake. They always rush to the catch and fight over the crumbs.
We, as wealthy humans, take advantage of the abundance of food and other resources. Can you imagine life without the comforts of a grocery store? If we were to take care of ourselves, like animals, fighting for our lives would be a battle of survival. In my mind, I can picture my own family as a flock of geese. It is an interesting scene and meal time would definitely be exciting-- feathers flying and everything... Weird.
So basically, it has been a grand day. This blog is as blogged as it is going to get and I am now off to go and coat my soar skin with aloe vera. MMM good.
Friday, June 1, 2007
"you are my density. I mean..."
Do you believe in signs? Do you believe in destiny? Hows about soul mates, do you believe in them? Are we here on earth for a specific reason, a mission, or a special purpose (whatever you wish to call it)?
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