Thursday, December 27, 2012

Ghazal


I was required for my creative writing class this past semester to write a poem in "ghazal" (pronounced "guzzle") form. It is a strict form originating from Arab culture. You will be able to tell what some of the requirements were just from reading it, but I should probably tell you that virtually all ghazals are about unrequited love. So naturally I wrote about an crush I had an high school, on a guy two years older than me, strikingly handsome, and totally not interested. His name is the title of the poem, which I am not including in this post. Enjoy!


He kills bamboo and breaks the holy song
Eyes alone, the silence sings the song

The dying butterflies of his red lashes
Blink and past me see the ancient song

Eyes of bamboo green and growth decay
His perfect voice croaks out his lonely song

But I, the master of th’impossible
Whisper sleepy tears and sob the song

His heart of gold is locked in iron ribs
The trumpets blare their icy loving song

Living Fragrance of this time now gone
Recalls and Bitter crawls to bring the song.


God bless.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The Happiness Project

The idea came to me from Pinterest: get a huge stack of notecards, write the date at the top of each one of them. And over the years, every day, write the year on the date-card and one short sentence or thing you did. What you will have in the end is hopefully a beautiful collection of memories.

I was going to do it. I had a goal: go to Walmart, buy four 100-packs of notecards, and spend an hour writing the date at the top of each one. Then on January 1st, I would begin my journey. It would be like a New Year's Resolution thingy. That would last many years. If it worked.

But today, my uncle and aunt got me a little notebook called The Happiness Project. It's a "five-year record and one-sentence journal." It's basically a little book with the format I just described with the notecards. It's based on a best-selling book by Gretchen Rubin who apparently invented and did the project in order to find happiness through her memories.

Now, I don't intend to find more happiness, as I feel I already have quite enough, thank you. But any of my close friends or family members will be able to tell you that my memory is horrible. I would like to remember better what I have done, and even if this project doesn't help, I'm sure I will still look back and say, "I didn't know I did that! How interesting!" I think future years will be more rewarding than this first year when I have nothing to look back on when I write each day, but it will still be fun. I'm not exactly sure why I want to do it so badly, but I'm very excited about this little book.

The book instructs me to write one sentence a day, basically to "capture the essence" of my day. Well today I started it and wrote four fragmented sentences. Maybe I will get better at narrowing my thoughts to one sentence. Maybe it doesn't matter. I wanted to start on January 1st but I couldn't wait. Here's what I have written for December 25th:

2012* Wonderful Christmas. Got several puzzles and a TON of books. How am I going to read them all?? Found out I can't go to ________ tomorrow for the concert. :(

So that's the beginning of a personal journey/adventure for me. If anything regarding it gets more interesting, I may let you know, but it may just wait until 5 years are up and I need to let you know how it went. So stay updated! Haha.


God bless & Merry Christmas.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Goodbye, FA12 semester!

This semester, the fall of my junior year at the uni, is probably going to be my most missed semester. Despite the stress of exams this week, I am actually sad to bid it goodbye. Therefore, this post is a tribute to this semester.

I have loved all my classes this semester. Except one, but we're going to ignore that one.

I loved taking creative writing with one of the best writers and professors my school has to offer. I learned a lot about writing poetry and short stories, both fictional and nonfictional. We had nonjudgmental class discussions about one another's work and we all learned from each other, although the class was full of already very talented writers. I loved growing so much in something that I love to do.

I loved my biological psychology class. Now, I'm not a very biology-smart person, but this is the one professor that you can't go wrong with. He made all the subject matter interesting and strengthened my love for psychology. He's a compelling man with a great sense of humor.

I loved my ASL 1 class. ASL (American Sign Language) is a beautiful, as well as very useful, language. I loved talking to people without them having to hear my voice. I loved moving my body to express my thoughts. And I absolutely loved my professor. He taught very well, was so patient with everyone, and took a genuine interest in all his students. He also was very funny.

I took band again, and loved it again, but we had a new old conductor teach us, and I really look up to him. He is a very thoughtful, caring, and wise man.

This is not an exhaustive list of my classes this semester, but it is the highlights.

It was a huge blessing to take so many classes in things I was interested in, and all with the most amazing professors my university has to offer.


There were other things that made this semester amazing. I got a great, enjoyable, well-paying job as a mother's helper type person for a beautiful family in my town. I made some amazing new friends through Cru. I became a discipler (meaning I mentor someone just a little bit younger than me). I have an awesome roommate that I've known for a very long time (okay, my whole life...) but have gotten to re-connect with very well and who [still] is one of my best friends. I got a great boyfriend whom I treasure, and who treasures me. (We don't go to the same school, but I'm counting it into my "semester" because it falls into the time frame of these last four months.)

I also grew and expanded a lot as a person. I came more out of my shell than perhaps I ever have. A lot of my newer friends might actually call me outgoing! I stepped way out of my comfort zone for applying for mission trips this spring and summer. I'm pumped. And... I took a leap of faith by changing my major. I am no longer a music major, only a music minor. I am still a psychology major, and I also added a creative writing minor. Scary, but I already feel rewarded by the switch, even this late in my college career. I mentioned these things in my Trusting God post too, in case you're looking for more reading material.


I'm sure you all didn't need to know all this about my life. But I needed it recorded, and I wanted other people to know about the joy and the many, many blessings that God has given me these last few months of his life. I know that he is good.


God bless.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

News

Guys.


I am going to Jamaica.


Really.


On a mission trip this spring.





Updates to follow. Or I may just keep my mouth shut until I get back. Mwahaha!


God bless.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Trusting God

I was in my room studying for what I knew would be a difficult exam a couple weeks ago. The class is Audio Electronics, and, while it comes quite easily and naturally to some of the other students in my class, I struggle more in that class than any other class since Music Lit. This would be the second test of the semester in this class, and I was very grumpy about having to study for it and take it in the morning.

Less than a week prior, I had scheduled for classes for spring semester. For those of you that don't know, I'm a double major in Psychology and B.A. Music. My schedule was full of music classes, and a few psychology classes that seemed almost "on the side." Music has always forced itself onto the front burner of my college career because that department is so intense at my school, even though my particular major is considered a "light load." But my biggest passion is, and has been since I began my higher education, psychology. I was frustrated before I even began that I couldn't focus on it more because the music was so all-consuming. I thought it would get better, but it didn't.

In high school, I loved music. I joined everything I could involving music, and I was good. I wasn't the best by any means, but I was good. But when I got to college, I came to a tragic realization: I wasn't praising God in my music. I was just doing it for fun, for me. I never even intended to make a career out of it. I was a music major for the sheer pleasure of playing music, yet I got no pleasure in it anymore, no deeper fulfillment, and gave no glory to God.

I thought this was a problem with my heart, so I prayed about it this year, because as 1 Corinthians 10:31 says, "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." I got a little better at it, but not much. I still didn't ever want to practice or even care about the music classes I was in. But maybe the issue wasn't in my heart, but in what I was doing. Maybe I wasn't supposed to be in music at all.

All these thoughts came to me as I was studying for this audio electronics exam. I thought, I can't do this anymore. I need to be done. It's way past time for a switch. After all, I was already through two and a half years of school.

After talking to several close, Godly friends, as well as a couple professors, and my mom, I knew I needed to at least look into actually dropping my major.

I found out it would cost me $14,000 in scholarship money per year.


Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out where God wanted me to go. I was feeling called to attend a Christian conference over Christmas break, which costs a little less than $200, to go to an abroad spring break mission trip, about $1700, and a summer-long mission trip on the other side of the country, about $1850. Although I knew I would be relying on mostly fundraising for these things, I still had some anxiety over it. I felt called to go, but held back by the funds.

I told a few people about this, and they said that I should trust God and he will provide the money. Hmmm, I just wasn't sure about that. I have gotten good at trusting God with more abstract things, like relationships, my "future," his "plan for my life," even things like talking to people that I didn't initially want to reach out to. But trust him with something as concrete as money? I have never had to do that before and didn't know if he would do it, at least for me. Of course I have seen it happen in the Bible, and even in the lives of people I know, but I have always have everything I need and I was used to just having it without needing to ask for it. I have never had to trust. I have tried to be grateful for the things I have, but trusting God to provide those things is different.

But he gave me a well-paying job a month or so ago, which was something I had asked him for, and he provided it. In the past he has provided something as concrete as a roommate when I needed one. I knew what I needed to do, and that was to trust God to somehow, some way, provide the money that I needed to do what I thought he was calling me to do. I decided to apply for the mission trips, register for the conference, and, gulp, drop my major.

"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power..." 2 Timothy 1:7

Lo and behold, a few days after I made this decision, Mom called me with the amazing news that, although I would lose my music scholarships, I would also get back the academic scholarships that I lost at the very beginning of my college (since they were replaced by music scholarships), resulting in a loss of only about $500 a semester. In addition, not being a music major also meant I won't have to take any more lessons, which cost almost $500 per semester in addition to my regular tuition. It comes out almost even, an awful lot better than a loss of $14,000 a year.

It was the concrete relief I needed. Two days later I got all the papers signed to drop my music major and changed my spring semester schedule. I even had enough room in the time I have left in school to add a second minor, so I picked up a creative writing, which I'm pretty excited about.

As for everything else (my trips), I know that God will provide the money through fundraising or other means and that I shouldn't be afraid to pursue those dreams and answer that calling.

It's really nice to finally be pursuing something that I'm good at, that I love, and that I think will bring glory to my God. I plan to live a life worthy of the calling I have received (Ephesians 4:1).


God bless.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Red

This is a poem I wrote called "Red". Don't freak out, it's not about me or anyone, I know; I was just following a prompt for my creative writing class. But I hope it makes you think at least a little bit about the hardness of the world and how our society reacts to pain.

I wrote a couple much better (and happier) poems for that class that I would love to share with you, but I am going to have to wait to do so.

I think the door to poetry has been reopened for me, and I'm excited to try to get back into it. Expect more on this blog from now on, and hold me accountable if I don't supply you with at least monthly poetry.

Without further ado,


Red


I felt the tiny bump
Of the chipmunk under the tire
Of my pickup truck,
And I laughed.
Seeing thousands
Of tears
From my broken-hearted mother
Hardened mine.
For even in her womb,
Her sobs angered me
When her compassion
drew her to a bloody chipmunk
facing death on a sidewalk.
Bloody indeed!
The cracks drink it in and the sidewalk cries out in terror
And my mother answered its call
Tending to the worthless body before her
Her mountain crumbled but I am a volcano.
And I grew up
Hating tears,
Hating animals
And tenderness.



God bless.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Skirts vs. Pants

I am a woman who loves a purdy skirt. Let me tell you why I love skirts but usually wear pants.

Pros of skirts/ cons of pants:
1. Skirts are pretty and make me feel likewise.
2. Skirts are comfortable unlike pants (except sweatpants).
3. Skirts are feminine.

Cons of skirts/ pros of pants:
1. Pants are warm
2. You can climb and run and sit in awkward positions in pants.
3. Pants are more socially acceptable as casual daily attire.
4. Pants more frequently have pockets than skirts.
5. Pants (blue jeans, specifically) match more things than skirts do.
6. You can't wear whatever shoes you want in a skirt. But you can wear crapshoes in pants.


In my opinion, the pros of skirts outweigh the pros of pants, but I must admit that pants are more practical. Thus, I wear pants more frequently.

In closing, I urge you to please click this link:
http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=skirts&word2=pants


God bless.