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Reflecting on words.

29 Nov

Have you ever come across one of your previous pieces of writing and thought: Did I seriously write that? It’s SO good! That happened to me last night when I came across a blog post I wrote on October the 20th, titled The finding place of my words. As I read my own words, I was amazed. There were certain connections I made on that brisk fall day back in October that still apply to how I feel right now. I don’t know what it is with writers wanting to write about words or the creative process. However, in my case, it provides me with perspective, which is discussed in more detail in my blog post titled, The magic of first lines in literature.

Last Spring, as I was walking across the quad of my college campus to get to class, I had to stop and take in the scene that was unfolding before me. As I looked around, I saw tons of college students sitting on the quad reading. However, as is customary for Asheville, they were all different. Each student’s reading experience was unique. One guy was lying in a hammock he had strung up between two nearby trees, and his book rested lightly against his bent knees. I also saw a girl who was lying on her stomach on a flowery blanket with her bare feet casually in the air. She was holding a book out in front of her, careful to block the sun from her eyes. The third student I spotted was my personal favorite though. She was sitting in the grass with her back up against the trunk of a tree. Her long, dark hair covered the sides of her face, making it possible to only focus on her eyes, which were moving so fast across the pages of her book that I could tell she was a very focused reader. I think the image of the third student stuck with me the most because I could see so much of myself in her. As a reader, especially when it involves a book I am reading for pleasure, it takes a lot to break my focus. Often times, I get so absorbed in the words that I lose the ability to fully comprehend what is going on around me, outside of the world of words that I so often call home.

Though I don’t know whether the students that I observed were reading for their own pleasure or for a class assignment, I like to believe either they were reading something for pleasure or were at least reading something they were interested in. I enjoy sticking to this belief simply because it is very closely related to how I imagine myself when I am reading. In so many ways, words have always been my refuge, but they have also been the place I have returned to again and again if I need to re-evaluate something or find my sense of balance.

“All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.” – Ernest Hemingway

Not all words provide us with the strength to change or the reassurance that we are moving in the right direction in our lives. However, if a series of words can come together into a sentence that causes us to stop and read the sentence again and again, it’s almost like magic. Whether they fill us with a sense of happiness, loss, sadness, anger, loneliness, or hope…words matter. They have the ability to reach a place inside us that not many people can even describe. It’s almost as if the most precious of sentences we have ever read reside in a place so deep within us and so personal that it takes a certain kind of experience for the words to resurface.

“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music the words make.” – Truman Capote

“One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment.” – Hart Crane

Words matter. They are precious stones that have been washed by the countless waves of the sea, and they lie in the sand, waiting for us to uncover them. But the most precious words, the ones that are the rare deep blue stones, they are not so easy to find. They reside in the crevices of rocks, thrown to those places by the most violent of waves. But they have triumphed. They have overcome the turbulent waves of the sea, taking refuge until we are able to bring them out into the light. So don’t wait. Start searching.

Giving In To The Hunger Games.

26 Mar

Yesterday I went to see The Hunger Games with my friend Malia. She had read the books, and I hadn’t. However, after seeing the movie…and really liking it, I’ve finally decided to give in to all of this Hunger Games hub-bub that has swept through the book world so rapidly. For a while, I was against reading The Hunger Games series because the series I associate my generation with is the Harry Potter series. Harry Potter and the greatness of JK Rowling will always win out, in my opinion.

However, I do understand the draw of The Hunger Games. Teens these days need a new set of heroes, a new set of characters to look up to since the Harry Potter books are all over (as are the movies). In my opinion, magical wizards going to a school of magic and trying to defeat a dark wizard is much more exciting than just watching a bunch of teens participate in a set of games in which the object is to kill each other, but hey…I’m not the one publishing these books. So, take that up with book publishers, not me.

But yes, I’ve given in to the pressure. Though I have no doubt that I will enjoy the series, I’ll be happy to return to the book world of love stories, psychological fiction, and just regular popular fiction. There’s only so much pre-teen drama I can take!

First Photo Friday.

6 Jan

As part of some changes I’m making with my blog, I’ve decided to incorporate “photo Friday” where every Friday I share a photograph along with the story behind the photograph or what it makes me think of. So, here’s the first photo of Photo Friday. Enjoy!

This photograph was taken of the fall leaves on UNC Asheville’s campus back in October. Fall has always been one of my favorite seasons. I’ve just always loved the pretty fall colors. This was the first year that I’ve never had to “travel” to see the fall leaves. Of course, we get fall in South Carolina, but not like fall in the Blue Ridge Mountain areas. The colors just pop more, and they’re more vibrant. Therefore, I loved not having to go anywhere else to enjoy my favorite seasons. I was able to just take a walk around campus to get the full effect, and that was great.

The season of fall has always symbolized change, and as I consider that, I think of all the changes that have occurred recently. I’ve changed schools (and am much happier), I’ve made some amazing friends, I’ve found my love of writing again, and best of all, I get to live in the mountains. I couldn’t imagine anything better. Throughout my childhood, my family and I would always vacation to the mountains. Rather than the beach, we headed for the crisp mountain air and the curvy mountain roads. I always loved the trips, and to this day, we still roll down to windows as we’re entering the small mountain town of Saluda in order to breathe in the air. It’s kind of a tradition, and I couldn’t imagine things any other way. During those trips, I always felt most at home in the mountains. I don’t know what it is about the mountains that make them have a sense of magic, but they do. The mountains are quieter. They calm your mind and allow you to think through all of the things that have been pressing on your mind recently. They help you to take notice of what’s around you, rather than focusing the majority of your energy on yourself. My favorite magical aspect though is how the mountains just seem to help you get rid of your worries. I don’t know if it’s the air or the mountain landscape, but it’s magical. And I’m so happy that I am able to go to school in such a magical place. Granted, there are certainly times when I’m unhappy, but once I can take a walk around campus and take note of the beauty around me, all my stresses seem to become just a little bit smaller.

Is there a certain place or type of landscape where you feel most at “home”? If so, why is that the case (i.e. what makes it special)? 


A Little Bit Of Magic.

23 Nov

“Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.”-Mitch Albom

As I sit here writing this, the view before me is made up of 4 big windows spanning the back of our house. Beyond the windows lie leafless trees with mountains stretching beyond. There’s something magical about the mountains that I’ve never been able to place. It’s as if worries or stresses are left behind and the trees surround you in a nature hug full of hopefulness and promise. This Thanksgiving Break, I needed the serenity of the mountains. The stress of the semester was enveloping me, and this escape has given me the air I’ve needed to breathe. 

It’s windy here today and the sudden cold is a reminder that winter is coming. Part of me is not looking forward to it simply because I love fall too much, and so I feel like it came and went quicker than usual. However, since I don’t regularly experience snow, I’m looking forward to being in Asheville for winter. When it snows and everything is white, the world gets quiet. The world becomes a whisper and everyone stops to marvel at the magic that nature has provided. I’m looking forward to enveloping myself in the quiet magic of snow. Snow angels and snowball fights and getting bundled up in winter coats and gloves to take a walk, plus lots of coffee. Pure magic. 

What’s your magic?