Saturday, May 19, 2012

To The Sky - Owl City





Hi, welcome to Flight 201: Learning How to Fly! ^_^

I’m Kandi and I will be your flight instructor today. Never mind that I don’t have wings, I know what I’m doing.

For starters, you’re going to want to stretch. Stand up straight and slowly extend your wings. Follow the way I stretch my arms: slowly bring them up so they’re parallel with the floor, keep going so they’re in the air, try to go a little farther so the tips touch, and finish it out by bringing them down slowly. 
Good job! You can try opening them with a quick snap like Hanna does, but she only does it for the sound effect. *whispers* I think she’s a little self-conscious about their size.

Okey-dokey. Now, open your wings and keep your elbows bent. Crouch and jump into the air. Use the momentum to propel yourself into the air and use your wings for lift. There you have it! Some of you may be experiencing difficulty getting your wings to cooperate. Try to remain calm, this is perfectly normal!

Oh, I should have probably mentioned this earlier, but the padding you were standing on earlier is actually harder on impact than it is when you’re standing on it, so try not to fall. Of course, if you do fall, don’t land on anything important like your head… or your wings… or your neck… or me. You know what, just try not to fall. 
…But if you are going to fall, now would be the time to do it. In fact, it’s perfectly all right to fall. 
Almost everyone falls the first time. Except Hanna… who fell every time in the first two weeks. Turns out she had trouble with the balance part, who knew? ^_^

Wait, what’s that? You’re in the wrong class? *flips through notebook* Oh, I see. You’re looking for Flight 101. That’s down the hall and to the right. Tell Anna I said hi and she owes me a cookie.

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There you are, I was starting to worry.
So glad you could join us.


Welcome to Flight 101: Aviation Appreciation.

 

We’ll start from the beginning. 
Take a square sheet of paper. 
Fold it in half diagonally to crease it then unfold. 
Fold the left and right edges of the paper to meet in the center crease. 
Keeping that part folded, turn the paper over and fold the left and right edges to meet in the center again. 
Fold in half lengthwise so the sharp point meets the corner on the opposite side. 
Fold the sharp point back again, somewhere between a fourth and a third of the way. 
Fold what you have in half vertically. 
Gently lift and fold the head and neck of the swan into place.



Flight is more than going up and down in a plane or following the flight pattern of a bird. It’s a journey with purpose. Once you have your destination, nothing should deter you from that goal. You can fly through sunshine and blue skies or dark clouds and rainy nights. Whether weather’s drear or crystal clear, you can get to your destination with heart and eyes set on the goal.  Make sure it’s a destination worth going to.


Now take out a regular sheet of paper and fold it lengthwise to crease then unfold. 
Fold down the top two corners so they meet in the center. 
Fold the two edges toward the center again. 

Fold what you have in half lengthwise. 

Create a wing crease that begins at the nose on both sides. 
Unfold that crease a little and you're finished. 
Bend up the tailing edge of the wings for lift if it has a tendency to nose-dive.



You have your goal, but how do you get there? 
You fly, of course. It is the most efficient way to travel. Unfortunately, it’s one of the most expensive as well. Even for those of us with wings, risk and danger are involved. However, there is also beauty, flight elevates you and not in a boastful way. Look out the window! Look at the sky! Clouds, stars, rainbows, birds, sunsets, sunrises, and the moon: all in the sky. There is freedom in flight as well, an independence from everything that brings you down. Even gravity’s load somehow seems lighter because there is a way around it. There is also camaraderie when individuals fly together in formation. So why not fly? It’s worth it. 


Take note, there is a difference between looking above and having your head in the clouds. The most notable difference is common sense. Our hearts and minds are drawn to seek for better things than this mortal world can give. Flight and looking above involve an individual responsibility to reach for these things because they are things worth reaching for. So look up. 
 
That’s the end of today’s lesson. Remember, class will be cancelled next week because I’ll be gone. While some of you will be busy practicing your fold and flight techniques, I’ll be doing a little flying of my own. Don’t forget to pick up the take home quiz as you leave. It’s on the first panel on your right at the front of the room, above the stereo.

See you next time.
Farewell and Always Hope!



Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Feeling Good - Muse




This song was recently brought to my attention (by recently, I mean like a month ago, but it’s been on my mind ever since).

The melody is so… haunting. It’s slow and threatening, but the lyrics are rather cheerful in comparison. The mental image I get is a major antagonist beginning his master plan with this song playing in the background. There’s an alluring scene for you storywriters.

Seems like most of the major stuff has finally blown over. Midterms, Spring Break, and even finals are out of the way.

A quick note on Spring Break:

I think this has been one of the most relaxing short breaks I’ve had since I’ve been in college. The family I stayed with was nice enough to let me in on all the fun. We went four wheeling and canoeing. We went to sing at a couple assisted living homes. We made Bokashi (fertilizer stuff, but I got paid to help so… yeah). All around, it was a very nice way to spend a week off school.

You know what the best part was? Here’s the best part:


Alas, school kept going. Now here I am, at the end of another year. It’s really flown by, probably because of how busy I keep myself. After Spring Break, I did the lighting for two different theater events, one a major play and the second a series of short plays. 

Depending on the day, I would go from one meeting to another and to another. It’s my fault I’m so busy, but it doesn’t help that there are so many opportunities to do what I enjoy. Ah well, you know me.
Jack of all trades, master of none.

Always Hope!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Xion's Theme


Message In A Bottle

Once I walked upon the shore
Found a bottle floating o’er

Picked it up and looked within
Saw a paper, brown and thin.

Words of hope and life revealed
Broken heart that now is healed

Author still unknown to me
“Kindness is the long lost key

Share with one a heavy load
Help one walk the bitter road

Take a drink of someone’s grief
Walk a mile without relief

Share with them their joy and tear
Comfort them in time of fear

From the Lord we should not swerve
Peace at heart is when we serve”

Note replaced and thrown to sea
Bottle drifts away from me

Here forbid the act to end
Thankfully, I’ll gladly send

Words of hope drift to a friend
Perhaps broken hearts to mend

~ Phoebe Lockheart

Monday, March 26, 2012

War Within

((I changed the music a little. It fits the story better, but it's still not long enough. Feel free to pause it and read in silence, if you want. By the way, here's a new short story I wrote. Don't forget to check polls in the corner over there -> ))




War Within

Once upon a dream in the land between Dusk and Dim, there waged a war.

We have been fighting this war for a long time now, the people of Light against the people of Dark. What humans call magic we use on a daily basis. Some are naturally gifted with the true power of Light or Dark. For them, simple tasks are done with a word or flick of the wrist. These are most excellent in combat as they wield their power with authority. Most are not naturally gifted, but still have power to some extent. The ones closest to human in appearance usually have an intensified ability, such as speed or the like. Others have human qualities, but with an added trait, such as wings or fins. I myself have wings. Dusty black fae wings far too delicate for my liking. Many, many different people live in the land between Dusk and Dim.

For a very long time, the land between Dusk and Dim was at peace. The people of Dark ruled the night and gave way to the people of Light when day began. However, the magic used to rule Dark became poisoned with jealousy, anger, and hatred. The people of Dark eventually tried to use their power to gain control over day. The war wages on even to this day. Just as Light is about to succeed, darkness creeps into the hearts and minds of our allies and Dark gains yet another victory. There have been a few who saw Light for what it truly is: truth, honor, and love. I have been part of this battle a long time. I fight for Light, but it was not always that way. Enough time has passed that most have forgotten my days in Dark. I left that past behind. I am now the second captain in the army of Light, recently tasked with defending a sanctuary of Light. An old fortress really, but it is the holding place for one of Light’s powerful treasures, the Key Wand.

Last night, I received a message that one of our allies had information regarding a new weapon the enemy was crafting and that perchance the enemy would seek to take the fortress with this new evil, as this fortress is the closest to the border. To utilize utmost secrecy, I was to meet the ally in secret this very night. I knew the ally who would deliver this information, a friend of mine. One who had been there when I first came to Light, when I needed a friend most. In the long years of war, I had fallen out of contact with most of the first friends I made. War does that. In any case, the time came and I set out into the shadows toward the rendezvous point. I do not fear the night, as some warriors of Light. I know better. Being from Dark myself, I know night and shadows are harmless. It is the creatures of darkness and their corrupt power that must be feared.

I flew to the meeting place and saw my friend waiting. I called his name and he slowly turned to me. I could tell something was odd. He greeted me not with salutation or news, but started talking about how someone so insignificant can have so much power. Confused, I asked what he meant. By this time, he had fully turned to me. He did not seem himself. His appearance was overly confident from what I remembered and his stance almost menacing. He dressed in black and red. I had never seen such colors on him that I could recall. He had always been one of the Light folk and they do not wear such colors. The person standing before me today was different from the friend I had all those years. Had he changed into this person recently or was the change gradual? Was it the war changed him or something else? To be honest, I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t know. He continued talking about how insignificant he must be, to be ignored by me all this time. He counted off the number of people and things I spent time with and asked if I had ever once given him a second thought. I hadn’t. He claimed everyone treated him as though he didn’t exist. He was ignored, unheard, and unseen. His voice steadily grew louder and he became angrier.

“Please,” I interrupted, “ There is a war going on. You know that. Now is not the time for this. Can’t we talk about it later? You mentioned you had news of an enemy weapon.”

At that point, he stepped back and took a breath. “You’re right,” he said. “The enemy does have a new weapon. Its capacity is sure to break the barrier between kingdoms. With this weapon, the enemy will take the Key Wand and destroy the other artifacts from there.” He spoke with a calmness that alarmed me almost as much as the news itself.

“What is this weapon?”

“Me”

In an instant, I was surrounded with dark clouds that swirled around and concealed him from my view. I backed up in bewilderment. The clouds dissipated to reveal a creature I had never seen before. The creature was at least 4 times bigger than me. It had the hulking body of a troll with skin as black as coal. Massive bat-wings protruded from its back. Its orange hair looked like thin wisps of glowing embers on a dying fire, as though someone has set strands of straw aflame. Its eyes were the worst part yet. The body was black, yes, but the eyes were darker still. Genuine ebony wherein was no light at all. Thin yellow slits were all that could be made of where the irises should have been. Long, thin white teeth projected from the mouth, which was now pulled into a sneering smirk. Where once stood a friend now stood a monster. I tried to run. I tried to scream, but all I could do was stand and stare.

The creature glared at me and spoke in a deep, raspy voice, “Not what you expected is it?” Terror clung to my heart, invading my lungs with every shallow breath. The creature changed its voice and spoke again. The voice still sounded deep, but it was less menacing, almost smooth. “You see,” it began slowly. “I grew tired of being ignored. Tired of being overlooked.” As the creature continued to speak, it walked around me with more fluidity than I would have guessed that bulky body to be capable of. Its voice was calm with an edge of conceit. “I was fed up with being the invisible weakling others can’t stand to be around. I had enough of the coward I was. So I changed.”

Finally able to regain my voice, I sucked in a deep breath. “Giving in to darkness is only proof of cowardice. If you seek protection and recognition of courage, you will never find it in this evil power.”

At this, the creature’s harsh and threatening voice returned. “You would know about recognition, wouldn’t you? You acknowledge those of superior rank who come your way and ignore the ones who cannot give you a higher position. Including the ones you call your friends. The Dark powers are far superior to anything Light has. I will take the Key Wand and you cannot stop me!” The creature suddenly took off into the air with its massive wings and I swiftly followed. I had to get to the fortress before it did. I had to. My wings were far smaller than the creature’s, but I was faster. I can turn sooner and stop earlier, but there is no stopping for this mission. I wove my way past him and just out of reach as he made a swipe for me with his large hands. I was still faster. I came to the fortress and went straight to the guardians, the Light-gifted. “You must protect the Key! Darkness is coming to take it!”

The fortress lies in tiers upon an incline and the Key is in the very heart of the sanctuary. This is because the Key acts as a channel for light and it is through this channel that a field of energy surrounds the fortress. Smaller structures shaped like keys ground the field in certain locations, but it was the Key Wand itself that gave power to the field and to those who bear Light magic. The guardians, in their elegant robes of white began rushing around the fortress and the Key immediately after I sounded the warning, but it was already too late.

In a moment, I saw the creature above the Light field before it disappeared behind the curtain of surrounding night sky. Soon after, a dark figure emerged in the fortress from the direction I last saw the creature. The enemy, my friend, was now inside the city in human form and walking toward the Key. How he got in, I cannot tell, as the Light field is supposed to keep creatures of darkness out. Where were the guardians? I looked around and saw them dashing to and fro, but they made no effort to stop the man from approaching. Was he invisible to them? I don’t know. All I know is that he must be stopped. If I have to stop him alone, so be it. He continued walking down the sloping steps to the Key, seemingly as oblivious to the frantic guardians as they were to him. I flew between two pillars he was about to walk through. “I will not let you take the Key!” I said and stood defiantly in his way.

“Try and stop me,” he coolly replied. I pulled my sword from its sheath and moved in for a strike. Before impact, he changed into the monster again and grabbed me with an enormous hand. The hand smashed me into a sidewall and let me crumple to the ground, crushed and hardly able to breathe. I looked up in time to see him bridge the gap between him and the Key. I desperately cried out for him to stop. He never looked back. As the creature raised a hand to grasp the prize, a flash of light burst from the Key and all the guardians saw him for what he truly was.

I tried to stop him. I knew such power could not be turned. I knew it would destroy him. When he grabbed the Key Wand and the blinding light burst forth, the monstrous visage disintegrated and there was left my friend suspended above the ground. He hung midair only seconds before crashing to the cobblestone below. The guardians were upon him in an instant with their magic. “NO!” I cried, stumbling to my feet and hobbling toward him. When I got there, it was too late. The spells had done their work and the power of the Key didn’t help. He was bruised and battered, lying helpless on the ground. Quite a turnaround from just a few moments ago. I knelt next to him only for a moment before he faded.

A small part of me tried to tell myself this was my fault. That the death of my friend was my own doing, but I knew better. I knew in my heart that his envy and anger led him to this. He had done this himself and no one could save him. I could not save him, but in his last moments something else occurred to me. He was right about something: I hadn’t paid much attention to those helping me along. Every battle I won and victory I gained gave me more responsibilities and respect from those around me, but I hadn’t done it alone. When did I forget that? I can see now why he would assume I only used my friends as stepping-stones. That was never my intent, but I had been so focused on my own internal struggle that I had forgotten one thing. Every day, every single person has an inward battle to face. The result of that battle will determine the entire war. When my comrade falls, who is there to help him up? This is war. I have been fighting this war for a long time now. I am a warrior of Light against the enemies of Dark, but I am not alone.

~ SMS ~


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Utopia – Within Temptation



So, I’ve been super busy, but that’s not unusual for me. Busier than normal? Yeah, I guess so.
Quick recap.

I had a blast at home. I came back to the states and got stuck in an NY airport for 5 hours. Made it back to school with just enough time to unpack and sleep before classes started the next day. Hit the ground running with traveling from Poland, to Ukraine, and to America within a span of about 5 days. (Crazy, don’t try that at home.)

Anywho, went back to homework, regular work, meetings, and stuff all over again. On very little sleep.



Skip ahead a couple weeks and we’re in early Feb. Lectureship week dawns and activity increased threefold. During that whole week, I was working (sound for most of the all-day lectures), going to class (the ones that weren’t cancelled and still wanted to have homework and tests that week), eating (quick meals between work), sleeping (i.e. crashing with exhaustion just to get up in a few hours), or babysitting (awesome kids). I gotta tell ya, that was rough. I thought I would pass out from exhaustion at the end. Missing a couple stairs and sliding down the rest with my foot didn’t help either. I will say this though, I didn’t get sick until the very end of that week. For that, I am very thankful. Course, I’ve had the cold ever since (not enough time to rest and being busy enough to forget to take medicine doesn’t help).



Over the next week, some friends and I held a clothes drive to send clothes to Zimbabwe. We had an amazing response and last weekend we packed 65 banana boxes full of clothes. From what I’m told, there are still 50 garbage bags full of clothes waiting to be packed. Intense.

Time travel to today and here we are, in the middle of a new week full of activity and new demands. This weekend, I’m leaving for a “Women in Computer Science” conference in Kentucky. The annual poetry contest is coming up and I have poems written for that (will probably post those after the contest) and I’ve still been writing for the Bell Tower. Honestly, sometimes I worry about the little energizer bunny in me.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Burning Heart - Survivor



I think my favorite line from this song is:

In the warrior’s code, there’s no surrender.
Though his body says, “Stop!” His spirit cries, “Never!”

Already the first week and a half into the semester and I’m already tremendously busy. It’s been a hit the ground running kind of thing. I’m in Poland a week, that weekend I’m back home, the beginning of the following week I’m dealing with delayed flights, the latter part of the week I’m battling jetlag while trying to do homework.

I started crocheting another scarf to give away. It’s already 1/3 finished, maybe a little more. A project I would like to do in the near future make hats for the cancer kids at the hospital in Jackson.

I’ve been rewriting parts of Hanna’s prequel. I actually have a personality for one of the main characters now, who knew? For those of you who are interested in this news at all, I’ve rewritten/edited parts 1 – 3 so far. More to come as time allows.

I’m writing for the Bell Tower again too. They must be really low on writers or something because they asked me if I would be interested in writing for the paper again. They must have forgotten how late my last submission was. Note: it never even made it to the web page.

I’m super excited about this next project. One of my friends came to me and asked about any ideas I had for gathering a bunch of clothes to give away. Last year, I helped a Partners4Africa load a huge cargo truck with banana boxes (over 1,000 boxes, I forget the exact number). They gave us permission to gather clothes to send over to Zimbabwe through the organization. I’ve been had to jump through some loops to get this activity approved, but hopefully everything will work out.
Here’s the slide I made for the event.



*cough* Freedies *cough*


Of course, I’m still involved in most of the other groups + some. Usually, the only way I can tell if I’m too busy is if I suddenly realize a couple hours later that I missed a meal. So far, I’ve only done that once. No worries, I ate when I remembered.

Classes/homework – same old story. I just have to work hard to keep my head above the water. Finding enough time for my homework has been a killer though. Classes are fine, generally speaking. Ironically, the most logical class (which I am pleasantly surprised that there is more logic than math in this class) is at the end of my longer days, when I’m pretty much mentally and physically spent. Just another par for the course, I guess.

Ever the wandering wayfarer in this wearing journey through life. I’ve been told it gets worse the older I get. There’s a hopeful outlook for ya. Doesn’t help when you have that awkward moment where security is driving by and stops to ask if you’re ok because you were hunched over a trashcan with stress leaking from your eyes.
Ah well.
Ok, I’m done ranting.



Let’s end on a happy note.

I’m booked to work sound during lectureship week. That is going to be awesome and extremely busy at the same time.

Now for something a little closer to home.
Me: *tells a friend about my schedule*
Friend: It’s ok. You’re Savannah, you’ll get it done.
Me: I don’t understand why people have these great expectations of me. I’m not that great. I mess up too.
Friend: You’re not that great, but God is.

Just goes to show…

~ Always Hope! ~

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Humanity - Scorpions


Thought this song was the best fit for everything that’s been going on, especially my trip to Auschwitz.
I’ve been in Poland for the past few days. Due to the whole Ukrainian law/visa issues, my family had to leave the country, get a Ukrainian visa in another country, and then reenter Ukraine.



The point is we were in Poland.
We did not have time to see many things in Krakow (such as the Wawel Castle and Schindler’s Factory).
But we did have time to visit Auschwitz.








Auschwitz is more than one concentration camp, it’s a huge complex made up of many concentration and extermination camps (the most famous of which are Auschwitz I and Auschwitz II - Burenau).

The Soviet liberation was more walking into a camp of those who were left behind because they were frozen, dying, or already dead. There was no joy, only fear and hesitation from the liberated.

Broken.
Broken physically.
Broken mentally.
Broken beyond repair.

No person alive should ever feel that it is acceptable to break another human being.
But that’s what people do all the time, isn’t it?

Not to the scale of what the Nazi party did, but people still say things and do things that hurt those around them.
Apathy and pride kill inside.
Not just you, but others as well.

Cruelty knows no bounds.


Living conditions in the camp.
Three bunks (including floor)
8 to a bunk
No mattress, no pillow, no heat, maybe a thin blanket.

With the grueling labor and horrible treatment, people survived only three or four months (on average).

Humans were treated worse than animals. Everything was taken from them. Those who lived were forced to work without rest. The rest were killed. Everything was used. The hair (cloth and nets), the teeth (gold melted down into bars), and the ashes after incineration (fertilizer).

Gas chambers were created to kill off thousands of humans in 20 minutes.
People had to wait to be killed because the incinerators couldn't keep up.

Isaiah 6:5 "Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts."

Ecclesiastes 12:13, 14 "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil."

What makes people think they can get away with such atrocious and appalling acts of hatred?

~ Never Again ~