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CW15 – The Boy Who Loved To Cook

This week’s prompt is to imitate the story The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. I must confess that on reading this story I have been sickened.  This writing style has always bothered me greatly. It is told in a very blank style, much like D. H. Lawrence’s The Rocking Horse Winner which is written in the style of a bright and cheerful children’s story while what is actually being told is extremely disturbing. This is written very bluntly and yet so gently that it is masking the horror of what is unfolding. It contrasts selflessness with selfishness. The selflessness is one of a twisted love. True love does not spoil, but it gives or holds back at particular moments to keep the loved one from damage. The tree in this story is also wholly placing it’s identity in the child. So not only is the child completely selfish, but the tree is not innocent as some perceive it. I have attempted to write something in a similar style but different enough that it does not disturb.

There was a boy who loved to cook.

When he was old enough, he went away to school.

Something about living on his own excited him.

While he was often busy studying

Some nights he’d have time to cook.

One day he planned to have a dinner.

He went and invited his best friends.

He told his roommates

And the people that were closest to him

Meanwhile he went out to buy food.

He bought only the best.

He took it to his kitchen and began to prepare.

He spent several hours.

He loved to cook,

And especially because it was for his friends

He worked very hard.

At last he found all of the food cooked.

He set the table

And laid everything perfectly ready.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead

And washed his hands.

He was ready to call everyone to dinner.

But none of his friends came.

One of them said he had to study.

Another had planned to spend time with someone else instead.

Not one of his friends would come.

He went back inside down cast.

He had prepared food for many,

He could not simply eat it alone.

Why would his friends leave him?

Why would his friends scorn his labor?

As he sat gazing at the ready food

An idea occurred to him.

He ran out into the hall.

There were other students in the rooms around him.

He called out to them and invited them to come.

“I have made a wonderful dinner that no one has come to!

The food is getting cold! Please, come!”

He invited total strangers to his room.

He sat down with them and ate.

His friends may have left him

But the feast was still eaten.

They enjoyed it even more

Than his friends might have,

Had they accepted his invitation.

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CW14 – An Imprint of a Soul

Beauty and The Beast – Disney

    I’m not sure how much the Disney film Beauty and The Beast shaped me growing up. I loved it as a kid, but I preferred Sleeping Beauty. For some reason the older I have gotten the more I have loved this dark fairytale. At first I related more with Bell and then I realized that I even related with The Beast. The more relationships and deep friendships I have been through the more I understand the depth of the allegory. Every one of us has a West Wing that we don’t want people to know about, but in order for any of us to find true love and to have a deep relationship our skeleton closets must be exposed. Every time I am still baffled by the beauty of this story. Only someone who truly loves you can expose your dark secrets and accept you. This story has come to mean more and more to me as my life continues. I just wonder how much it will mean to me in ten years.

 

She Will Be Loved – Maroon 5 

     One of my siblings bought this song when I was 13. I was going through those first phases of unrequited love, dabbling in something I’d always dreamed of but knew nothing about. I thought it was a sweet song, but perhaps a little twisted. The line that bothered me was, “I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more.” A few years later my sister said something that completely changed my opinion of the song. “It’s like what Jesus says to us.” And all the lyrics suddenly fell into place. “I know that goodbye means nothing at all, comes back and makes me catch her every time she falls.” Of course Jesus has loved us so many times, had us cheat on him a thousand times and he still wants us. He knows “where you hide alone in your car, know all of the things that make you who you are.” Ever since I heard that interpretation of the song, though I doubt Adam Levine meant to write it that way, I’ve listened to this song as a love song from Christ. “Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye.”

 

Lord Of The Rings – Books by J. R. R. Tolkien – Films by Peter Jackson

     I grew up listening to my sister read Lord of The Rings to me. When the movies first came out I was extremely excited but not allowed to watch them due to my young age. I begged my mother to let me see them, but she wouldn’t budge. When I turned ten I triumphantly watched all three. Something about their epic glory set my heart on fire. I’ve been enchanted by the mystery of the elves, and the wild adventure of the horsemen of Rohan. The story has shaped me in many ways that I still don’t understand, but I look forward to re-reading them and delving into what it is that inspires me so much.

 

Ella Enchanted – Gail Carson Levine

     I first read Ella Enchanted when I was 15. I’d seen the movie a year before and enjoyed it, but everything changed when I read the original text. Instead of a silly chick-flick the story was a wonderful retelling of Cinderella. I immediately related with Ella on a thousand levels. I’ve never been in love with a prince or under an obedience curse, but I have been one of a strong conscience and brought up in a Christian home where disobedience was close to the ultimate sin. My philosophy was always “don’t ask, don’t tell.” If they hadn’t forbidden me to do it, I could just do it under the radar. If they ever did forbid anything I wouldn’t go against it. This was mostly about things like eating chocolate chips and being on the internet late at night, but it was a big deal for a kid. On a deeper level Ella’s determination to keep going against all odds inspired me to continue against the odds of life.

 

Go Oboe – After Edmund 

     I feel I must first begin this paragraph by saying that I don’t think there is even and oboe in this song and whoever came up with such a name must not have been thinking. This song captures the essence of the classic and antique; something which has long enchanted me. I always feel like I am dancing in an old ballroom auditorium, wearing an opulent ball gown. It features classical piano and orchestra that seems to hint at something magnificent about to take place. Yet it ends with a rushing toward something, and a crying question. Is it something good? Or is it something horrible? With almost every good thing there is that breath before the plunge. Will this leap of faith bring you to glory or death? The ending of the song swirls with wonder. What will the answer be?

 

 Tangled – Disney

      This movie came out around my seventeenth birthday and largely defined many events that took place in my life that year. I’d never seen a movie in which the heroine reminded me so much of myself. I’ve been known for having long golden hair, but even that was a drop in the bucket compared to how similar our personalities are. The storyline is very similar to that of Beauty and The Beast, featuring a girl who has longed to see the world finally going out into it. I’ve quite literally spent most of my life home schooled living on a mountain thirty minutes from town. While I’ve certainly had more socializing than Rapunzel, I do relate to her at times. When I was seventeen I certainly related a great deal. I was reaching that age when I began longing to spread my wings and find my own way in the world. That year I actually did travel away from home and branch out doing something I’d never done before. It was the complete experience of the starlit romantic night with the almost kiss. Differing from the movie though, there was no near death experience or romantic resolution. My love story has not reached its height or climax, but Rapunzel’s story has inspired me and still does inspire me to follow my dreams and to see the world.

 

Sex, God – Rob Bell

     The title of this book is quite a misnomer for those who take the name as what to expect from the book. Rob Bell’s premise is that marriage is a picture of heaven and that there is an inseparable correlation between any connection we have with another human being and our connection with God. In this book he explores how humans relate to each other and how God relates to us. This book forever changed my opinion of human relationships. It was not so much that my mind made a huge leap, but this book helped consolidate a number of wandering thoughts in my mind and gave them the Biblical root they were seeking. Out of all these thoughts Rob Bell states something breath taking in the middle of the book. He reminds us that being loved, being in a relationship does not define our value. You are God’s creation and that above anything else defines your value. Because of that you are worth dying for.

 

Shipwreck – Starfield

     My personality is a type that is friendly and happy when I’m around others. I try to make sure that everyone around me is enjoying himself or herself.  Often I appear extremely joyful around others, and yet there is no part of me that is constantly perfectly happy. This song puts together so many of the prayers that I find myself saying to God at the end of the day. While I seem chipper and like my life is perfect around people I know that life is pain. I know that by my own power I can do nothing. I am no more than a wrecked ship on the shore of God’s mercy. I am a beggar at his door.

 

Beautiful Day – Kerli

     My sister purchased this song after I had been through a breakup. I was fighting to find a reason to live, a reason to keep going when I’d lost six months worth of dedication, planning, and dreaming up a future. She put it on my ipod and got me to listen to it when I woke up. I would stand in my closet drinking coffee and searching through my clothes listening to these words over and over. There’s a fresh feeling to this song, like a bucket of cold water in the face. It’s a bit sudden, shocking, but invigorating. The words to this song remind me that God is in control, that this is His world, His creation and that even if I’m in a horrible place He will redeem it. God is the one who is making all things new, even the hell of this fallen world.

 

Unintended – Muse

    I’ve never been one to love in a guarded fashion. If I love someone, I love without holding back. This song expresses the vulnerability and overwhelming nature of such a type of love. The kind of relationship that I look for is one on the deepest levels. This song conveys the closeness and the depth of such a love. To me, aside from Christ’s love, true love is the ultimate healing of hurts that we receive in this life. This song displays very much the way that I approach a relationship and what I look for in one.

JW 14 – The Dairy of Myra

   The prompt of this post is to write about the value of keeping a journal.

     I was enchanted by the journals in Barnes and Noble. My sister bought me one when I was thirteen but I never really got the hang of “journaling.” I’d read books about girls writing in their diaries, but it didn’t really take with me. I scribbled and wrote down plans for my stories in them.

 

     When I was fifteen my first love broke up with me completing the action with a thousand crushing insults about my personality. I suddenly woke up from a dream world of childhood into the hell of adolescence. It took me months before I could find myself enjoying anything. I took a composition notebook and covered it with pictures that inspired me. Then I decided to do something new. I taught myself a new style of hand writing.

 

     Ever since that year I have kept a journal almost every day.  I find a great deal of comfort and peace in sorting out my thoughts on paper. As my history teacher reminds me often, someone once said, “Thoughts untangled themselves over the tip of a pen.” As the years have past I often record my prayers in my journal. It has been a pleasure for me to go back over them and explore the journey of my soul along the course of my life.

JW13 – “Weddings, I love weddings! Drinks all around!”

Promt: Have you ever been in a wedding? What do you like about weddings? Tell about a special memory if you have one. Or what would you like for your wedding to be like some day?

I distinctly remember loving wedding from when I was a tiny tot. I had two of my cousins marry when I was five. To my delight I was chosen to be in both ceremonies as the flower girl.

 

For the first wedding my mom braided my hair in a crown around my head that was itchy. Back in the bride’s room before the wedding I was scratching it to the bride’s dismay. She told me that the maid of honor had hair spray that would help it stop itching. To this day I wonder what on earth she meant by that. Hairspray has nothing to do with itching. Maybe I’d made some of it fall down by scratching. In that wedding I had a basket full of rose petals. When I was sent down the aisle I was so nervous that I forgot to drop petals until I was a third of the way. I distinctly remember a man in a suit turning his head and staring at me. He was gigantic and that frightened me. I wished he hadn’t stared so intently, but I broke my gaze and decided to look straight down the isle instead of at people. I made it though, and I didn’t do anything embarrassing like falling flat on my face.

 

In the second wedding we had decorative foam balls covered with roses to carry. I was miffed and disappointed that I couldn’t scatter petals. After all, isn’t that the point of a flower girl? You are supposed to scatter petals so that the bride is walking on them? I thought it was very silly. We took so many pictures at that wedding that my cheeks ached. I didn’t want to smile one more time, but I had to. This time I got to stand at the front of the church during the whole wedding. I felt so proud of myself, but it was actually a much shorter charge to the couple than my first wedding. I have yet to be in another wedding, but I look forward to it excitedly. 

CW 13 – Night of Congratulations to a Blissful Match

Promt: Describe a wedding or party using no letter E in first person present tense. At first I hated the idea of this assignment but I think I’ve enjoyed it more than any other assignment so far! It turns out that paying so much attention to the words, and not being able to use words like, “the, these, he, she, and are” gives this whole piece a poetic sound. 

 

Pounding drums, brass, piano, and bass guitar of a jazz band throbs through this August night. Music drowns almost all thoughts. A glass of rum, or a gin and tonic pass about this crowd. I am thinking of Captain Jack Sparrow’s words, “Drinks all around,” as I drift through this joyous throng. I twirl a glass in my hand and sip its strong liquor. Dancing folks spin, crisscrossing again, and again. Within this throng our happy match joins at last. In wistful bliss our maid and groom triumph in a kiss. All surrounding this joyful union, visitors laugh and applaud.

A mountain of gifts spills from its nook. Rugs from China, books from Japan, dainty tins full of unknown cargo from Taiwan; all proposing flavors of Asia. Ivory, and gold wrappings shroud still additional contributions. Bags in shining colors sag with anonymous illustrious things. I look curiously about this stack, admiring its vast bulk. What could inhabit such a sack or box that I scan?

Austin grins my way from yards off. Quickly discarding my glass, I run toward him, taking his hand. His look warms my soul as his motion pulls us into a dancing throng. Dissolving in his scrutiny, I look down to cloak a blush. Our footfalls jump and spin, switching through forms and making us walk on air. Conducting my walk away from swamps of kith and kin, Austin calms us to a slow waltz far from carousing visitors.

An hour or two pass on that whimsical night, and at last all visitors conjoin to wish away our hosts. Austin still grasps my hand in his as both of us bid congratulations, and this throng disbands into a warm dawning.