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Artists

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click on the picture to see where i got it from (etsy).

Artists* posses a neat talent. We have the ability to create, form, shape, make—whatever word you want to use—amazing things with whatever we’re given. We take what we have and make it into something wild or beautiful or touching.

Writers have a lot. We have our minds, words, a pen, and some paper (or a computer, depending on the person). But we have so much more than that. We can take absolutely anything we see and use it in a story (yeah, even that piece of garbage blowing across the street). We take some boring things, mix it up with the whirlwind of chaos in our heads, and come up with something like a book or a piece of poetry or a short story or whatever. Just look at all of the amazing works that have been created: Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, The Chronicles of Narnia, Percy Jackson, and ______ (insert your own favorite series). And those are only book series! I haven’t even mentioned all of the individual books or the short stories or the poetry and everything else (yes, even non-fiction).

When painters start out, they have some colorful liquid, a blank canvas, and whatever they want to paint. Yet somehow (I don’t know how they do it—it’s amazing) they manage to make some of the most beautiful images in the world.

Dancers have their bodies and their minds. Yeah, they have some training too, but that won’t help them one bit if they don’t want it to. I’ve seen dancers who have amazing potential toss it all away because they don’t care about dance. They have better things to do. And while there’s nothing wrong with that (as long as they really do have better things to do), it proves my point. If you want to be a beautiful dancer, you have to try.

Art is special and precious. It shows that this world has beauty in it. Artists have a way of accentuating that. They have that talent, and I’m ever so grateful that they exist. Because the “earth” without “art” is just “eh.”

Bekah♥

*An artist can be defined as many things, and just about every person has their own opinion of what a real artist is. But I think of artists as writers, photographers, painters, sculptors, dancers, sketchers, singer-songwriters, yes—even you, Miss Stay-At-Home-Mom Who Likes to Create Her Own Little Pieces of Beauty, etc.

The Giver

On Monday, I finished The Giver. I liked it.
My mom has been trying to get me to read that book for years. Finally, I consented (see, I was planning on starting The Lord of the Rings, but my sister is reading it so she gave me The Giver).
It reminded me of all the things I take for granted. I’ve never thought of a life without color, smells, or differences. But most of all, I can’t even imagine a life without love. I couldn’t live without it. People mean too much to me (even though, at times, it doesn’t seem like I do).
Plus, without love, we couldn’t have God. Or, at least, the same God as we have now, because He’s loving. And the thought of no loving God is creepy. And scary. And really, really, depressing.
So there’s a thought for you all today, whether it makes sense or not (even I haven’t finished deciding what I think of the book, but this is what I’ve got so far).

Bekah♥

Camping Fall 2012

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It was beautiful. The leaves, the mountains, the animals. It only rained at night. Except Saturday. I rode a horse that day. The last time I rode a horse was a long time ago. The time spent with family and friends was refreshing and relaxing. I read through two books (Homeless Bird, and The Mark of Athena), which were both amazing. The campground had a playground. I was very happy about that.

I love being surrounded by the trees’ beautiful leaves and the different animals. We had a stray cat find its way into our camper, and found a turtle by the fire pit (plus much more. Those were the two most amusing, though). When it was time to go back home, no one wanted to leave. But, of course, we did. Now it’s back to school and chores.

It was fun while it lasted, and many good memories were made. I can’t wait until next time.

Bekah♥

Signs of Autumn

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When it comes to photography, the transition from summer to fall is one of my favorite times. The bright oranges, yellows, and reds pop out against the vibrant greens and the lovely blue sky, and I love the contrast. It’s just so pretty.
Fall is slowly coming. We all know it. This morning when I woke up, it was below fifty degrees. I wore long pants all day. The colors are gradually changing from green to red, orange, yellow, and brown.
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting pretty excited for some gorgeous photo shoots (even if they’re only with nature).
I may not be too excited about the school part of autumn, but I’ll welcome the colors, the cooler weather, the much-needed discipline, and actually seeing my friends for once, with open arms.

Bekah♥