Music Appreciation

Music is a beautiful thing.

Everyone knows this. But I think too often we take it for granted.

As long as you veer away from the Top 40 (Let’s face it, the majority of the songs are about nothing more than sex and partying, and that’s not very ‘beautiful’)

I’m talking about the songs that give you chills, the melodies that make you want to either sway and curl into a ball underneath a big fluffy blanket. The lyrics that bring tears to your eyes.

It’s amazing that humans are creating these songs. Just a few minutes that bring up so many beautiful feelings that you don’t feel all the time.

I think my favorite genre is the cozy, rainy day, coffee shop type music. Not really a specific genre at all but I think you guys know what I’m talking about. Hozier, Bon Iver, Birdy, Ruth B, Jeff Buckley, Halsey, Simon and Garfunkel, Iron and Wine. Music like that.

I love that one song can mean so many different things to so many different people.

I think that writers, especially as a writer myself, get a special dose of this. You create these characters, all these little parts of yourself. Each one has a life and a backstory and history and heartbreak and certain songs just pertain to their life and their relationships and you can’t help but feel all their feelings because that’s you. That’s a piece of you on paper, or on a screen.

That’s the beautiful part. Even when it’s not your personal past music can move you.

I’m going to set some choreography on a friend and we chose Not About Angels by Birdy. I suggest you listen to it. It’s a haunting song.

I’m really excited. I know there’s a lot I can do with it.

So go play that one Spotify playlist that is perfection. Put on your favorite record. Just sit and listen for a minute. Let yourself be swept away by memories and enjoy it.

Here are a few of my suggestion from above:

Not About Angels- Birdy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vj_VidtyaOc

Like Real People Do- Hozier : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrleydRwWms

Skinny Love- Bon Iver : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVGl8Spm1v8

Lost Boy- Ruth B : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QO3ppTYwRYs

Hallelujah- Jeff Buckley : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8AWFf7EAc4

Drive- Halsey: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oI-BsWbIg4

Sound of Silence- Simon and Garfunkel : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oI-BsWbIg4

Flightless Bird, American Mouth- Iron and Wine : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwZNGaMrwcE

 

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The Ghost Writer (5)

Copyrighted

Sorry it’s so short…

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“This is it Dean! I can’t take it anymore. I’m really starting to get freaked out,” Casidi greeted Dean when he came to pick her up for church.

“Baby, did it happen again?” His own confusion shown through those dark eyes.

Casidi merely gestured to her bedside.

Crossing the room in three strides, Dean bent over to inspect the typewriter.

“Are you messing with me Casi?” He asked, holding the pages between his thumb and his finger.

“No! I’m not freaking messing with you. Someone is messing with me!”

“Calm down, sweetheart. Where are the other pages?”

“They’re in my desk.”

Dean took a moment to read through the stack.

“This stuff really flows. Your dreams are intense.”

“I’ve never had a dream like this, Dean. And this has never happened. I want you to keep the typewriter in your dorm tonight. Please.”

“Of course. Now, come on if you still want coffee.”

“Please.” She mustered up a smile. Dean put his arm around her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked when she flinched. Casidi slipped her sweater off her shoulder to reveal the bruise.

“Who did that to you?!” His mood turned red.

“I did. In my sleep. Let’s just go.”

Dean hesitantly shut the door behind him. He didn’t like what was happening to his girlfriend. She was a mess. Hopefully getting the typewriter out of the dorm would be enough to calm her down.

Just as the door clicked shut, the window slid open.

“They’re going to move the typewriter. How are we going to monitor her if they take away that element?”

“Well we’ll have to figure out where the boyfriend lives.”

 

Book Review: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

First of all the title is incredible.

Incredible.

This book is written in the form of letters to and from the main characters. It follows a writer, Juliet, as she discovers a literary society on the island of Guernsey.It is set shortly after World War II.

It’s an adorable story filled to the brim with quirky and interesting characters. There’s such a variety of personality traits and settings.

There’s enough heart-wrenching twists to make the story deeper than simply an odd adventure.

I don’t want to give anything away because I don’t want to spoil the beauty of it, but if you’re looking for a good book, here it is.

If you have already read it, I would love to talk about it!

The Ghost Writer (2)

Here is the second installment of my pet project The Ghost Writer.

(This idea is copyrighted by me)


The typewriter had been a gift from her boyfriend, Dean Calloway, for her 19th birthday. As far as Casidi knew there wasn’t anything special about it. It couldn’t read minds or anything. How her dream had ended up on there in the perfect mystery novel form was beyond her.

Finally, Casidi pushed the odd incident out of her mind and worked on her Modern World History assignment.

At 7:30, Casidi donned her jacket, packed everything into her book bag, and set out for the café. She and Dean have a standing date every Friday morning at 7:45 and they haven’t missed one since the spring semester began two months ago.

He was waiting for her in their spot. As soon as Dean spotted her, he stood up and pulled out her chair.

“Thanks babe,” She said as he kissed her cheek.

“Anything for you,” Came his reliable answer. He sat across from her and adjusted his brown-rimmed glasses.

“So… something weird happened this morning.”

“What would that be?” Dean pushed a mocha towards Casidi, like he did ever Friday morning.

“You know that typewriter you got me?” Casidi clipped her long auburn hair out of her face.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I had this crazy dream last night, woke me up even, and it had been typed up. Every last detail, just like some fiction piece.”

“You probably did it in your sleep. Didn’t you tell me you sleep walk sometimes?”

“Yeah, but do you really think I could do that in my sleep? I mean, it was written well, the spelling was all correct… I don’t know, I just think it’s really weird.”

“What else could’ve happened though?” Dean asked as he sipped his steaming hot Americano.

“There isn’t really another explanation is there?”

“Well…” Dean got a glint in his eye. “The typewriter could have come alive and read your mind. Or you’re being possessed by some evil Japanese spirit… have you been to Japan recently? Or you are unknowingly part of some dream experiment. Or you are doing drugs. So which is it?”

By this point Casidi was laughing. “Ok, ok, I wrote it up in my sleep.”

“Mystery solved!” Dean spread his arms wide, causing a few sleepy eyes to glare at him with distaste.

They continued on with their conversation, talking about plans for the day and assignments they hated, not knowing that the entire conversation was being listened to.


Let’s Toss Him off a Cliff

Have you ever wanted to throw someone off a cliff?

Luke 4:16-27 talks about Jesus making people so incredibly mad that they wanted to toss Him over a cliff.

You now what He did? He went to the synagogue on Sabbath and read from the Old Testament. I encourage you to read the passage to get the whole story.

Jesus read a prophecy from Isaiah about Himself, actually, pointing out who He was and what His mission was.

He recognized the authority of the Old Testament.

Jesus was in His hometown and He knew that His people were going to ask Him to perform the kind of miracle he had other places. But he said that His hometown wasn’t the place to do it and he quoted Old Testament stories about Elijah and Elisha.

His people got so mad that they literally drove Jesus out of town, to the edge of a cliff, and were about to throw Him off. Jesus eluded them and walked away.

He didn’t apologize for making them angry. He didn’t try and appease them. He knew He was in the right, so He just walked away.

Jesus made people angry and it wasn’t a sin. He did not do it on purpose, they got angry because they were convicted or because they were so set in their ways that they didn’t want to budge, not even for God.

My goal for this blog is not to upset people, contrary to what I’ve been accused of. It is not to judge people, contrary to popular belief as well. My goal is to spread the Word of God. And I’m sorry, but if you are a Christian, shouldn’t that make you happy?! I use Bible verses in context for it, it is not simply my feelings, like many Christians are entirely too reliant upon.

I am trying. I am trying so hard to do what God has called us all to do. Why do you attack me for it? What is more loving than sharing God’s Word? What is more loving than leading people to Him? Answer me that before you accuse me of being hateful.

A Break From Reality

Time to inject some fiction back in my blog. Here’s a little idea I was playing around with.


Casidi Porter was slowly bleeding to death. She had escaped her attacker ten minutes ago and was being the chased through the dizzying streets of her city, holding in the gushing red liquid as best she could. The pain from the stab wound was unbearable. Her side burned with an intensity she had never felt before.

She heard footsteps, quick and heavy. Her heart leapt into her throat and she staggered along the alley wall faster. Any moment now the cold-blooded killer would be upon her. The lamplight from the street was not enough to navigate the dark pathway and she tripped over a garbage bag. She could hear the man’s breathing now, so peculiarly calm while she was in such a panic. Casidi wanted to cry out in agony and despair but she refrained.

“Where are you going, Casidi?” the sinister, smooth voice called from the beginning of the alley. It had a silken undertone that would’ve been comforting if the voice was not so cold. Casidi couldn’t hold back the whimper threatening to escape her lips.

“I’m coming for you, Casidi.” his laugh then echoed around her, bouncing off the brick walls and crashing into her ears. Casidi had only moments before he finished her off.

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Casidi shot up from her dorm room bed in a cold sweat. She frantically grasped her side, checking for the wound, but her hand came back free from the sticky red blood. Her clock informed her it was 5:12 am. She needed to get up in 45 minutes anyway, and there was no way she getting back to sleep. Casidi decided to start her day early.

Her room was dark and deathly quiet. She didn’t have a roommate, she was the extra person at the end of the hall. As she crossed the small space to the bathroom, she noticed something odd. Something had been typed up on her typewriter. She examined it closer and discovered, in shock, that it was her dream. Her dream had been typed up in every detail, from the pain of the stab wound to silky smooth tone of her assailants voice.

She didn’t remember doing that last night. She had just woken up.There it was though. Every breath, every footstep, every drop of thick red liquid that had splattered onto the cobblestone ground.

She settled on the insane notion that she had written the entire thing up in her sleep. But a doubt tugged at the back of her mind. The spelling was perfect, correct grammar, interesting sentence structure…. it was written up like a mystery novel.


I would love some feedback for this. It was my mom’s idea and I have a couple interesting thoughts concerning it. Please talk to me 🙂

Spreading the Word (Not What you Think)

(Psst. It’s not by sharing verses on Facebook.)

Seriously, it’s a pet peeve of mine, when all people do is share verses on Facebook instead of actually talking about what the Bible is saying. Like, yeah, verses are great, but you have to understand them and their application.

And you can’t share God’s Word with other people by just repeating it like a parrot.  It will mean absolutely nothing to non-believers. They don’t read verses and think “Wow! That’s so amazing. God is great. My life is changed.” No, they challenge them. And if all you can do is give them more verses instead answering the question in a practical way, you will never reach anyone.

It’s different if you’re dealing with a Christian. If THEY won’t accept verses in context then something is wrong with their faith or their perspective on things. It’s God’s answer book to us. As a Christian, you either believe all of the Bible or you don’t. You can’t pick and choose.

With that being said, my mom and I read John 4: 27-42 today. It was Jesus finishing up with the Samaritan woman at the well and how he changed the lives of all these Samaritans. Pretty awesome stuff.

Jesus said that His first priority was to do the Will of God, always. He denied himself food and rest in order to talk to people about God.

He foretold the revival/conversion in Samaria, which was pretty epic since it was the Samaritans He was talking about.

A cool thing that people don’t seem to realize is that Jesus knew everything about this adulterous, sinful woman and still loved her. He’s like that with us. No matter what you’ve done in your past, God loves you and is ready to forgive you, You just have to ask and repent.

Jesus delighted in His work more than anything in the world. He loved it more than taking care of himself. Jesus got so excited about telling people about God that His disciples couldn’t help but get excited with Him.

Near the end of this passage He used a metaphor of harvest time for spreading the Word of God, which is why I started out my blog post the way I did. By using this little metaphor, He told the disciples that they shouldn’t be waiting for a harvest time to come. It was harvest time now. He was telling them not to wait to tell people about God, that you can do it anytime and the best time is now.

Also, when reaping the harvest, everyone must do His share. If you don’t do the work, you don’t get the benefits. No free stuff. Work.

Now, I don’t believe that works get you to Heaven, but Jesus said there was a reward in heaven for people who spread His word, so obviously it’s important. You can’t rely on others to do your part though. You have to get out for yourself and share the Word. You have to do more than parroting Scripture, however. Jesus didn’t do that. It made it relevant, applicable. We have to do the same.

As always, I pray that I am in the right to say this, but I believe God has put these issues on my heart for a reason. I have felt led to blog about sharing the Word, and my Bible study this morning was conveniently on that exact topic, so it seems like this is what God wants me to talk about.

Please consider the words I have said and let God change your heart if it needs to be.