Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts

That Mask You Wear || Poetry Wednesday {National Suicide Prevention Week}



That mask you wear
Cleverly crafted
To cover your pain
Muffle your screams

That mask you wear
Does it ever come off?
Maybe
Sometimes
But not often

That mask you wear
It keeps the pain out
For a bit
But it always returns

That mask you wear
You make sure that
No one is around
When you take it off

That mask you wear
You take it off at night
Cry into your pillow
Wonder if anyone would notice
If you were gone

That mask you wear
You silently watch people from behind it
Gauging how much they would cry
If you were gone

That mask you wear
You're determined to take it off
Once more
Before you sleep forever

But please don't

We want to see you
See your smile
See your eyes
Hear your laugh
Witness your vibrant passion for life

Don't let
That mask you wear
Mask your true beauty
We love you
Even without it




This whole week is National Suicide Prevention Week. While I have been fortunate and have never had someone close to me commit suicide, not all are so lucky. Please spread awareness about this and just let people know that you are there for them. Most of the time we don't know the world of good we do by simply reaching out and sending a quick "hey! I was thinking of you the other day. how have you been?"

If you or someone you know is considering suicide, please call this hotline (available 24 hours a day):

1-800-273-8255

all that is gold does not glitter / / the power of words



Let me tell you a story. This is something that happened to me not too long ago and it completely broke my confidence.

I suppose that you'll need some more background information. I'm pretty confident when it comes to violin. I don't think that I'm the best, but I am confident in my abilities and proud of my accomplishments. The same goes for school. I get good grades and I enjoy it. With my body, I'm not as confident (but then again, who is?) but I am usually really content with myself.

Something that I have low confidence in is ballet. I'm not horrible, but I'm not amazing either. I'd call myself middling What is really holding me back is flexibility. I am the least flexible person in my classes and the rest of the girls are a lot better. It doesn't bother me, but like I said, I'm not really confident and am probably most out of my element there.

Now on to the story.


Our recital was about a month ago. This was a few days before that. We were trying costumes on again to make sure that everything fit and that my teacher didn't have to do anything else. Well, we were all trying these costumes on, but mine weren't fitting.

They had fit before, and now they were not.

And they weren't fitting around the waist.

You can imagine my horror. Like I said, I'm not terribly confident with my body image and for this to happen somewhere where I felt like the worst one.

Now before I go on, I have to explain something. My dance teacher really does care about us. Recital time is always a really stressful time for her because she is the only teacher at the studio and she does almost everything on her own. And I really do love her because she is great. But that does not excuse this next part.

So my teacher is trying to hook my costume and it isn't fitting. She is barely able to hook it and then huffs and says

"Well, just no snacking until after recital"

Let me tell you no words have crushed me like those did. From someone I looked up to in a teacher position in an activity where I knew that I wasn't where I was supposed to be able something so sensitive as my body image, I felt awful.

And maybe if it had been us two alone and she said that I would have been able to shake it off easier. But we weren't alone. Someone was there and they laughed.

I always struggled to fit in with the girls in my studio, and yeah. That made it worse.

So there you have it. Possibly the worst moment in my life.


Now, why am I sharing this? Because I want pity? No, I have gotten past it with the help of my mom and some of my dear friends.

I want to tell you all this as a warning.

 A warning so that you'll watch your words. Maybe my teacher didn't know that those words, which could have seemed as harmless to her, really broke me. Maybe to her, they seemed almost funny.

The whole thing with body image is something for another day, my point today is words.

Words are so powerful. And as writers, we know that probably better than most. But written words can not hurt as much as spoken words can. The message of a book cannot hurt a person as much as a teacher can hurt a student with a few words.

Words have the power to lift someone up.


Which means they have the power to tear someone down.

Unless someone tells us, we don't know how much our words impact another person. Do we really want to be the reason why someone goes home and cries for several hours? Or do we want to be the reason that someone goes home and stops crying?

I feel like in today's society, words aren't given enough importance. People throw words around like they mean nothing. People say things behind hands not caring if someone else hears.

Please. Please. Please.

Watch your words.

Once you say something, you can never take it back. Like my mom says, tacking on an "I'm just kidding" at the end doesn't mean that whatever hurt you caused is magically gone away.

Measure your words. For they have great power.

We can inspire the world through our words.


But then again, we can tear it down. Think of Hitler. What was one of his greatest weapons?

His words.

Think of Christ. What did He use?

His words.

So I'm begging you, please watch your words. Don't say anything that could crush someone for no reason. Lift people up.


So I hope this post was inspiring in some way lol. Funny story with the costume though, it turns out that I was putting on my duet partners costume instead of mine (they were one the wrong hangers). But how have words impacted your life? In a negative way? A positive way?


What Makes Great Writing?


What makes great writing?

Is it the length?

The plot?

The characters?

Setting?

Writing style?

What makes great writing?


All of these things combined would make for excellent writing - but you can have all of these and not have great writing.

We all want to be great writers. How do I know? We wouldn't spend hours plotting, writing, rewriting, rewriting, rewriting, and dreaming of our stories if we didn't want to be a great writer. We wouldn't spend hours perfecting our craft. Hours of staring at a blank screen, a blank page. Hours of thoughtfully creating a character till we feel like they are our best friend.

Then what makes great writing?

I listed a lot of components of excellent writing above, but if they don't have one thing, then they merely stop at excellent writing. And we want great writing.

What is that thing?

Heart. Soul. Passion.

If your writing doesn't feel as if you've written it with your whole heart and soul poured on it, then it isn't great writing. When you write with your heart you get great writing. It may have errors in the structure, you might have inconsistency, but if you write with your soul, those things can be easily fixed.

If we don't write with our heart, if we don't pour our soul into what we write, then the reader will notice. It won't matter if everything else is perfect, if you don't have that connection with what you're writing, then your story will feel, well, empty.

When you do write with your heart. When you put your everything into it. When you have given everything you can give. Then, then my friends, you will not just have an excellent story, you will have a masterpiece.




What is a story that you have really given your everything to? Do you do anything to really connect with your story on a deeper level? 


A Short Meditation To Begin Lent


As many of you know, today is the first day of Lent. Ash Wednesday. If you're Catholic, at some point today, you'll be going to mass and get your ashes.

Regardless of denomination, I would like to share something with you all.

I go to a Christian ballet school, and for her older dancers, my dance teacher does a Bible Study. This year, the theme is "Knowing God" and John 17:3 is our theme verse. We've been doing it for a number of weeks and this week we're reviewing everything we've done so far.

Now, I would like to share with you some of my thoughts concerning our theme verse, and I would like to hear your thoughts below in the comments!

God bless,

Ceci <3

"Now this is eternal life: that they know You, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom You have sent."

John 17:3

What It Means To Me Now:

God is bigger than I had ever known. His vastness is so huge, and yet, He wants to know me personally. Or actually, He wants me to know Him personally.

To know, love, and serve God - that is our purpose in this world. One leads to the other. If we know Him, we'll love Him; once we love Him, we'll serve Him; and through serving Him, we'll gain eternal life.

We cannot love an unknown master. And, consequentially, we cannot serve to the fullest a master we do not love. The better we know him, the better we love him, the better we serve him.

God does not want to be the man behind the curtain. He wants to be part of our everyday life. He wants us to know Him so we can love (and serve) Him better.

He knows each one of us by name, every hair on our head, every cell in our body, every like, dislike, and peeve. And He wants us to know Him. 

Shelter of the Most High {Book Review}

The daughter of a pagan high priest, Sofea finds solace from her troubles in the freedom of the ocean. But when marauders attack her village on the island of Sicily, she and her cousin are taken across the sea to the shores of Canaan.

Eitan has lived in Kedesh, a city of refuge, for the last eleven years, haunted by a tragedy in his childhood, yet chafing at the boundaries placed on him. He is immediately captivated by Sofea, but revealing his most guarded secret could mean drawing her into the danger of his past.

As threats from outside the walls loom and traitors are uncovered within, Sofea and Eitan are plunged into the midst of a murder plot. Can they uncover the betrayal in time to save their lives and the lives of those they love? 




My second dip into Biblical fiction and I am pleased to say that this time went WAAAAY better than the last one.

The characters were very well done. The story switches POV's between Eitan and Sofea, and they both had very good character arcs. No secondary characters acted like secondary characters so that was very good. Each character had their flaws and seemed so real.

Something kinda funny is that I was reading the Book of Joshua and there is a mention of the Cities of Refuge. So I found it really cool that this book was based in one of the Cities of Refuge. Everything was very believable and I love the little descriptions Cossette gave. Whether it was just describing how good Moriyah's bread was, or how what chores Sofea and Prezi did. I loved it.

The plot was very intriguing! There was nothing that sort of "gave it away" and the plot twist really surprised me (actually not really but that's because I flip through a book before reading so I saw that. If you don't do what I do, then it will surprise you. It actually still surprised me xD)

So there is a bit of insta-love, but not really since Eitan and Sofea can't really talk to each other till about halfway through the book? Anyways, the romance was really well done and very swoon-worthy.

I absolutely loved the message of this book. I don't really want to give it away, but the message was so inspiring. The message of the book has been something I've struggled with, and I just loved this reminder.


The only tiny problem I have with this book is that it did drag a bit in the middle before the action starts. Like, you had a bunch of action in the beginning, and then you just have this middle section where nothing really happens except Eitan and Sofea's relationship is established, and then you have the closing action that brings the story around.


Eitan and Sofea kiss a few times and Moriyah and Darek kiss. They don't get overboard.

The phrase "temple whore" is used as an insult a few times I think? But it's clearly an insult.

The way Raviv's sons died is explained quite vividly.

Sofea and Prezi are beaten at one point in the beginning.

Sofea has some flashbacks to what her father used to do as a pagan high priest, and it's honestly disgusting. So I just wanted to throw that out there.


I really enjoyed this book, so I'm rating it. . .

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5 stars!

A quick note, this is actually the second book of the Cities of Refuge series, and while it probably would have been helpful if I had read the first book, it wasn't exactly necessary.


Have you read Shelter of the Most High? Do you want to? What is your favorite Biblical fiction book? 




I received a copy of this book from Bethany House in exchange for my honest opinion. 

100th Blog Post + Some Inspiration


Can you believe it??

This is my 100th BLOG POST??

Woah

#mindblown

I mean, it seemed like forever ago that I posted this mess of a post, and now I'm on post 100

Jeez

How time flies

Anyways, 100 posts seems somewhat monumental so I just wanted to say that this was post 100 and to thank all of you for reading and commenting on my blog posts. All of you know how nice it is to see that someone either commented or followed.

So yeah, thank you my lovelies <33


If you have taken/or are taking Mother of Divine Grace's Medieval European History & Lit. you'll remember reading (or you may be reading it now) Chesterton's The Ballad of the White Horse.

(for those of you who haven't read or heard of The Ballad of the White Horse, it's about how King Alfred of England drove the Danes out of England after a devastating loss)

Anyways, I haven't finished it yet, but I'm enjoying my first read with Chesterton. This isn't a review, so let me give you that bit of inspiration that I promised.

At the beginning of the epic, Alfred is desperate and has no hope. Like I mentioned earlier, he has just suffered a devastating loss (on Christmas no less). He is moaning and groaning and then Our Lady appears to him.

She gives him a comforting speech that says that he might not win in this world, but he will win in the next.

The whole passage is really beautiful, but there is one line that just gives you chills (and if you've read Regina Doman's The Shadow of the Bear, you'll recognize this)

She says:

"But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark"

Wow. Just think about that for a second and read it again.

"But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark"

I'm getting chills right now.

We, as Christian's, are the men signed of the cross of Christ. The world is dark and scary, but we must go gaily in the dark.


Sorry that this was a bit short and random, but I hope you enjoyed it! Have you read The Ballad of the White Horse? Did you like it? If not, you should read it! 

Tolkien Blog Party 2018!!


It's here! The moment that all Tolkien blog lovers have been waiting for!


Hamlette's Tolkien Blog Party!!

I did this last year and it was so much fun!! (click here for my answers last year).

Anyways, Imma doing it again so let's go go go

(and I sound like a baby tv show there -_-)

1.  What's your favorite Middle-earth story/book?

I think my favorite has to be The Return of the King. But it's SUPER hard to choose as all of them are EPIC.

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2.  Do you have a favorite subplot?

I think Arwen and Aragorn's (even though it's such a tiny subplot in the book) romance or Gimili and Legolas's bromance. Or maybe just Aragorn's story in general cause I <3 Aragorn ;P

3.  What's your favorite theme in Tolkien's books?  (Can be in one specific story, or overall.)

Hope. I love how even when things look so bleak and it looks like Sauron and evil will win after all, there is still hope. Because, let's face it, why would we read/write something that doesn't give hope?

4.  Do you have a favorite weapon from Middle-earth?

*coughs*

I'm not that well versed in the weapons aspect of Middle-earth so I guess Sting???

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5.  Would you like to be a hobbit?

I think so. I wouldn't mind living in a cozy Hobbit-Hole and eating good food.

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6.  Do you have a favorite romance/couple?

Arwen and Aragorn.

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7.  What's your favorite Middle-earth creature?  (Can be "real" or "imaginary.")

Hm....I think Hobbits. Or Elves. Probably Hobbits.

8.  What character do you look the most like?

None of them. I would flatter myself and say Arwen but no, I do not look like any of the characters from The Lord of the Rings.

9.  Are there any books about Middle-earth or Professor Tolkien (but not written by him) you recommend?

*cough*

So I haven't read any other works by Tolkien besides The Lord of The Rings or the Hobbit, but I did read this movie guide to The Return of the King (can't remember the name or author) so I guess that one????

10.  List up to ten of your favorite lines/quotations from the Middle-earth books and/or movies.

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Well there are my answers for this year! Are you participating in the blog part? What are some of your favorite aspects of The Lord of the Rings? 

3 Violin lessons that have taught me important life lessons



I've been playing the violin for ten years. A decade. Wow, that's a long time! Over those tens years, I've probably had millions of violin lessons. 

I've grown so much these past ten years. In my first violin recital, I didn't even play the violin, I just did this thing with the bow while reciting "Up like a rocket, down like the rain. Back and forth like a choo-choo train. Around my face like a great big sun. Stop in  the middle, curved pinky and bent thumb!" Now, my programme is the 3rd movement of Bruch's Violin Concerto in G Minor, Bach's Preludio in E Major, and Bartok's Rumanian Dances (the three B's)

I'm not telling you this all just to brag, I'm just letting you know: I've had many, many violin lessons. But I haven't just learned things that were pertinent to violin, I've learned some very important life lessons. And I would like to share those with you today


1: Don't be so afraid of making mistakes
 that you forget to have fun

This has been the one that has most impacted me, both in violin and in life. I guess I should give you some backstory. 

Last year, I played the Second Violin solo in the Bach Double Concerto for orchestra. I played it in our school concerts, our spring concert, and then with 2 local high schools. I was absolutely terrified every single time I played it. Now, I am more of a solo player than an orchestra player, and I've been to several competitions. But for some reason,n I dreaded playing in front of my orchestra mates. I couldn't explain why. 

Well, one high school nearby was performing Vivaldi's Gloria for their choral spring concert, and the high school where we had Youth Symphony rehearsal's was asked to send players to the other school. They also wanted to perform the Bach Double (they had somehow heard that the Youth Symphony played it that spring) and so I was asked to play with them. 

I was still terrified every time I played it (this was the first high school I played it with, I later performed it at the high school where Youth Symphony was based), and at the rehearsal before the performance, the director (who was the choral director and not our usual Youth Symphony director) stopped everything during the Bach Double, and looked straight at me. Then he said, "You're so afraid of making mistakes that you're forgetting to play music, to have fun. Stop being scared and do what you love!"

Wow, I really took that to heart. After the performance the next day, my dad (who also plays the violin and had listened to all my performances so far) told me that that was the best he had ever heard me play this.

Ever since then, I've been working on not being so afraid of messing up that I forget to have a good time. Because that's what you want in music, to have fun.

In life, I often find myself being held back by the thought "I'm going to fall on my face and everyone is going to laugh at me". I don't go all out, or don't put in as much passion, or don't enjoy myself as much because I am scared of failing. I'm scared of making a fool of myself. Of falling on my face.

But that's when I remember that piece of advice. Then I throw myself wholeheartedly into whatever I'm doing. Because there's a chance that because I'm not forgetting to have fun, and going full-out, that whatever I'm doing will be better.


2: Don't let desperation keep you down

Now, this next one will be a little difficult for me to write, because I've never really opened up about this except to maybe my mom.

I have a really bad habit of repressing any negative emotions I have. I just keep them under the surface and never really think or talk about them. Normally, I don't have any repercussions from this actions, and they never bother me. But when I get really stressed out, my emotions become extremely volatile and unpredictable. This is because I've been repressing certain emotions and they escape when I'm stressed out.

Last October, I had a really bad case of what I've just described. I had a very big violin competition coming up, and was practicing a lot for it. But the week before, I was taking the ACT for the first time, and right after I took the test, I had to run across the community college campus and play two of my pieces at an event.

I was a complete mess. My pieces weren't coming out right. I was worried about the ACT. I honestly just wanted to throw my violin across the room and never play again. I considered seriously quitting violin.

Now, I've considered that many times, but they were usually in fits of anger, never really serious. This was the first time that I stopped and thought hard about what else I liked.

But yeah, I was a complete mess. I remember almost bursting into tears while at ballet for messing up a simple combination. That's when I knew that I really had to stop and take a breath.

I will tell you, I cried a lot during the week leading up to the ACT. I really thought that I would quit violin. I just couldn't see how I was going to survive this weekend and then the competition.

I struggle a lot with self-confidence. Especially when it comes to my playing. A lot of people tell me that I'm talented, but I never really believe them. My parents always try and encourage me, but I never really seem to believe them.

So everything looked really bleak until the night before the ACT. I don't know what changed that night, but as I was practicing with my dad, I realized how much I loved playing. I knew that I could never really quit, and decided that if I was doing this, then I was going to do it with everything I had. After the performance, someone came up to me and told me that I had made her cry. (I'll attach the two videos from the event at the end of this post, please excuse my playing. I can never hear myself play without criticizing myself so it sounds really awful to me xD)

Life lesson? You might feel down sometimes. You might want to stop. But don't. Push on, the moment of desperation will pass and everything will start looking up, but only if you don't allow yourself to quit.

Think about it. All those moments of thinking that I wanted to quit violin made me realize that yes, I wanted to do something with music but I don't want to commit JUST to it. I started looking around and discovered music therapy, which is what I want to go into eventually.

But please, please, please, don't allow yourself to quit. If you quit when your emotions are all over the place, then you will be deciding with your emotions, and not with your heart. If the storm of emotions blows over, and you see that you still want to stop, and if it's the best for you, then quit. But don't quit when you're upset.


3: Don't let your mistakes stand in
 the way of future glories

Sort of continuing the story from the last one. So I survived the ACT and event, but I still had the big competition coming up. I was still stressed out, but I wasn't the emotional mess that I was before.

My practicing went fairly well the week leading up, I was really proud of the end of my concerto. My dad liked it. My teacher liked it. It was pretty good.

I was playing the Accolay concerto, and the end was a bunch of double stops that got progressively faster until you ended with the chords. I mastered it pretty well.

So we go to the competition. I play my Bach very well. My showpiece is tons of fun. And then we get to the concerto. I start playing, and all the spots I normally had memory slips are spot on. We start nearing the ending and I start getting excited. We go through the sixteenth note section and start climbing higher and higher and higher. We hit the top note, and barge into the double stops. I'm at about the second line when I just forget. I can't remember the next double stop.

I start over, but I get to that section again and can't remember.

So I start over. The same thing happens.

Then again.

And one last time. Finally, I remember, and we finish. The judge thanks me, and I leave. No tears. When I leave the room and start talking to my dad (who is always SUPER supportive in these competitions) I start crying.

I take a lot of pride in my performances. I've never had a noticeable memory slip since I was like 7 and even then I wasn't super fazed.

I was so upset. I was shaking. I was crying. But then I stopped myself and was determined not to think about it. At least I didn't cry in front of the judge.

When we get the comment sheets, the judge didn't say anything about the memory slip. He noticed it but didn't write anything about it. The judge comes over to talk to us, and he still doesn't say anything about the memory slip. He praises my technique. Tells me to play with more musicality. But nothing about the memory.

That boosted my confidence a little, but I was still nervous. The next day I had a gold medal recital for another competition and then a concerto competition.

When it came time for me to play my concerto at the concerto competition, I decided to use the first piece of advice I gave you. I wasn't going to be so afraid of making a mistake that I forgot to have fun. I did mess up, but it was a little fingering issue that I soon resolved.

Afterward, a few people came up to me and praised me. Which, again, made me feel a lot better.

Whenever you mess up in life, don't let that drag you down. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, learn from your mistake, and try again. Don't let a mistake stop you, for you are stronger, and better, and greater than a mistake.


I really hope that this helped you, it was a little difficult for me to write this. What are some experiences you've had that have helped you in life? Have you ever been so afraid of messing up that you didn't allow yourself to enjoy life? Have you ever let desperation drag you down? Did you let your mistakes stop you from future victories? Here's the link to the performance I was telling you about