books, Books, BOOKS

Although I read about five books since Mr. Nelson gave this assignment, I decided to do this last blog on the last book I read: Peter and the Starcatcher. It is a play/musical based off the book Peter and the Starcatchers which is the backstory of Peter Pan.


Throughout all adaptations of Peter Pan, one of the ideas that has always remained is the idea of family but more specifically a mother. Peter (even though he wants to stay young forever) and the Lost Boys yearn for a mother. But why? Mothers don't let you do this or that. They get in the way sometimes don't they?
So why are they so important?


One word comes to mind.

Love.

Love, lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy, sappy stuff that can NEVER EVER be replaced.


Mothers are one of the greatest givers of love. For starters they give birth to you. They help give you life. A chance to experience new and exciting things. Then they take care of you. They feed you, dress you, change you, and play with you non stop for 24 hours. And if they're lucky we sleep and go down for our naps so that they can do other chores that need to be done. But when we cry 20 minutes later, they are the first responders.


Then we grow. We grow and grow and grow. And they are still the first responders to our cries. We get physically injured they are there. When we have a rough day at school, they are there. When we have heart aches and heart breaks and tantrums and rebellious phases and obedient phases; they are there. For us. No matter what we do they love us. Yes they want us to succeed and be happy but they love us for who we are.


Yeah this might be a long blog, but it is a tribute to mothers that needed to be said. The bond between mother and child is one of love and that is the strongest force on earth.


“Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?"
Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.” J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan.     


So to all the mothers out there. Thank you. Thank you for your love and devotion.


 

Let's Get Real #realtalk

If you really knew me, you'd know I love roses, peanut butter, Italian food, and the color yellow. If you really knew me, you'd know I play the violin and participate in the school's Orchestra. If you really knew me, you'd know I'm hooked on Once Upon a Time, love Disney, like to dance, and love to laugh.

If you really knew me, you'd know I'm constantly singing, whistling, humming, or singing inside my head. If you really knew me, you'd know that usually have a song stuck in my head. If you really knew me, you'd know that I have four siblings; three brothers and one sister. You'd know that I like to read, write, watch movies and play the piano. If you really knew me, you'd know I like old movies, old music, and old TV shows.

If you really knew me, you'd know that my hair and eyes are brown. You'd know I wear glasses, and that I've worn bright colors almost every day this year. If you really knew me, you'd know that my pen name is Hook.

But let's get real. My name is Elizabeth.    

The Basement of Imagination

I remember the white walls, the gray carpet, the gray couch and the brownish couch. I remember there being so much space to run around and go crazy. I remember I had a dream that involved that room. I liked that dream. I remember loving that basement because so many memories and games were made there. I remember going downstairs and entering a portal into an enchanted world.

I remember playing Harry Potter with my brothers. (It was after Harry graduated from school. The next generation if you will.) I was in Gryffindor and we would go to classes and have quidditch tournaments.

I remember playing a lot of imaginative games with my brothers. I remember playing Lord of the Rings, Teen Titans, TMNT, Kids Next Door, Star Wars, Pokémon, and Power Rangers. We would make up our own characters and use previous characters and mix the two together. We would have adventures almost everyday.I REMEMBER having so much fun.

I remember playing with my friends. We would play games like waitresses, sisters with magical powers, dress up, spies, and the ever classic game of house (except ours sometimes had a magical/supernatural twist). Hours would be spent downstairs running around and giggling and having fun and being free to explore and play.

I may forget some details from my childhood, but I will never forget the memory of the basement of imagination.            

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

FYI: Tell it Strate, (straight) 

Beauti (beauty) [is] a strong light.

Believe love surrounds,

And lead victory over from the bench. 

A Thankful Heart

I'm grateful for oh so many things. For houses, for homes, for friends, for family.

For water, for food, for time, and clothes.

I'm grateful for music and for school, for an education.

For beautiful nature, for my heart, for my brain, and for my body.

For the chance to taste, smell, hear, see, and touch.  For the chance to have so many different opportunities and freedoms.

I'm so grateful for helpful technology, for teachers, for shoes, and for my talents.

For my personality, for writing, for glasses,  for laughter, and for colors.

I'm so grateful for entertainment, for holidays, for breaks, for hard work.

I'm grateful for oh so many things....

 that I can't just simply list them all.

Happy Thanksgiving! :)

   

A Night by the Fire

I sit by the side and watch the flames dance.

The slightest breeze blows his breath against the trees making the leaves shiver. The night is pleasant. Peaceful. The sun goes to bed, but before she does she gives the most beautiful smile for all to stand and admire in awe. 

She falls asleep and her sister, Luna, awakes to smile her own smile. I look up and the stars accent the sky making the world seem bigger, brighter, and more beautiful.

The crickets sing their song and the mosquito's search for a little midnight snack. Time passes but no one notices. We are too busy not worrying and enjoying each other's company while listening to the fire crackle and pop. Suddenly reality hist when the lightening makes his show in the sky. The breeze blows harder making Jack Frost happier;then we hear it. The drums of thunder making his own appearance on the stage.

The fire cries as we turn off the flame. We rush inside as the sky begins to shed her tears. Inside I curl up in my bed and fall asleep listening to the lullaby of the rain. 

My Condolences and I hope this helps

I'm sorry about what has happened but maybe this might help someone or help in some way. 

In times of trouble I've always been taught to turn to Christ and the scriptures. This scripture is from the bible. 

John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."