Freedom

Happy Independence Day to you all!

I hope the day was spent with lots of fun and laughter as you celebrate our country's freedom!

I have nothing special for this post (I'm working on normal post at the moment), however, if you have not noticed the 'About the Scribbler' page beside the 'Home' page, then go check it out! It is what it states to be. A page dedicated to describing the scribbler of this blog.  Aka me.. if.. you didn't get that.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

~Star Spangled Banner :::: Fourth Verse

Even Death has a Heart

The painting of a life.
Of a girl.
Of the struggles the Germans went through during World War II.
Not Nazi's, the Germans: the people, the mothers, the children, the fathers, all who knew not the black evil that had corrupted Hitler's heart.
Or did. And hated it. Or approved it.

All of this is strung out in the tale of a Book Thief.

When Liesel Meminger gets on the train set for Molching everything about her life changes. Promising herself that her mother will return, she agrees to live with foster parents for awhile. 

But not all goes as one thinks and Liesel turns to words for comfort, stealing the books as the words feed her; helping her grow strong.

People enter her life:

Hans Hubermann, her foster Father, with eyes made of kindness and silver; 

Rosa Hubermann, her foster Mother, a good woman for crisis;

Rudy Steiner, the boy with hair the color of lemons;

And:

Max Vandenburg, the Jew that stole the sky.

Death narrates this tale, telling you of his job, his personality, and his opinion of humans.

-He collects the souls of the dead;

-"I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

-“Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”

But what he tells you most about are the colors:

“People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.”

This is not a book. You do not read the words, you breathe them. There seems to be no beginning or end, it is simply.... there. When you think back you find that there is no story line, yet it pulls you along, nonetheless.

In your head it sits, waiting for you to suck on it like a hardy candy, pulling from it everything you can until it fills your head with bitter sweetness.

Believe me, you would not regret reading this book.

But if possible - get a marked up copy. Some of these dear characters (...some perhaps not so dear) have a mouth that deserve washing. Hans Hubermann, a painter by trade, obliging painted over the nasty words in my copy.

If you are the type of reader that loves to breathe words and live the story, then you will love this.

If you love a book that swallows you up heart and soul, read this.

Markus Zusak paints a vibrant story of a girl during War World II.

And I will never look at words the same way again.

-Eva

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Wayward Thoughts

I'm still struggling to come up with a worthwhile post. And I refuse to post about not having anything to post about. Thus the lack of words.

I have started journal-ing again. I've never been that good at keeping a journal - writing about life events never seemed that interesting to me; and a prayer journal is somewhat confusing to my brain.. But in order to practice my writing and let loose my wayward thoughts that tumble through my crazy head I have picked it back up. I have a different purpose this time, not to think but bleed my thoughts onto the paper. I don't care what it is, what it sounds like, or from what remote part of my brain it came from: its going down in ink. My hope is that I will find my style of writing and cultivate it. If that doesn't happen then.. well I'll have a bunch of insane thoughts. Lovely insanity.   

May 9th, 2014 - Deliquesce

Music is one of the many foods of the soul. It twists and winds through the barriers of the heart. Finding the cut that needs soothing, melting it into healing. It awakes the imagination, letting loose the colors and painting

images across my mind and a smile on my lips.

Emotion is a wild thing, together we can tame it. -Drop Your Guard (Jasmine Thompson).

May 9th, 2014 - 1:05am Thoughts

Images and thoughts filter through my head like sand through your fingers. To see a dearly loved story come alive is joy. To see Frodo and Sam and Pippin and Aragorn and everyone dearly beloved, is pure excitement... My eye lids don't seem heavy any longer and I'm awake and alive. Alas for my mind, for I must sleep.

To sleep or not to sleep - I fear that is not a question.

May 11th, 2014 - Passion

And so I battle with emotions and feelings, trying not to appear to emotional. But seriously its hard to hide the passions of my heart when they are what fuel my mind and thoughts. To some who are practical and
reasonable I suppose I must appear a romantic fool. But do I live to satisfy others? Do I live to fit the mold? I should think not. Is that not a purpose in my life, to be different - to be passionate and alive? I believe so. To change for people would be a fool's task. We were all created equal and unique. So let us thrive in that uniqueness and find who we are. What do I care what people think? I live to please God, not men.

WORDS ARE MY LIFE.

PASSION IS MY SOUL.

May 12th, 2014 - Nightfall

Like a eye in the night sky so the moon shines with vibrant life. Keeping watch over the world while we sleep with only the stars to keep her company.

May 13th, 2014 - Words and Silence

My mind floats around catching snippets of conversation, intertwining the words into comprehensible nonsense. I close my eyes and see nothing, I open them and see my book. I try to read, grasping the letters with sweaty hands begging them to tell me a story. But they turn a cold shoulder and with the hum of conversation around me I start to feel like I'm suffocating. Through the mugginess of my brain and the waves of panic I feel two words: Silence and words. A light, a concept to grasp. I leave the room mumbling an excuse of absence. I lay on my bed and pour the essence of my life into my soul:

• Words
• Silence

May 29th, 2014 - Lesson learned

I'm learning a lesson: If you write a story with no attention to who you write it, it is not worth reading. It will most likely be a poor mess of words, un-tasteful and confusing. However, if you write a story and pour your thoughts and time into creating beautiful and witty writing, but none into the plot and characters: then again, it is not worth reading. Your readers will be disinterested and bored, in fact you might also!

So we must find a balance of plot and writing. Throw your heart into both. Tastefully spin the tale with your writing, yet at the same time spin their minds with your complex plot.

May 22nd, 2014 - The Sky 

(Awhile ago I asked my friend to tell me about the sky from her window. One thing she mentioned was that it was purple.. this is my reply)

Moments ago over here, it was creamy as well, but the royalty was not visible. Instead a rich red that seemed to inspire the mind, burned. And a hint of pink and orange tone it down to soothe the mind in a whispering voice.

Last minute thoughts for this post:

I've found the most amazing person: Pepper J. Darcy. A fellow blogger, writer, artist, and Pinterester. She's simply awesome. Just trust me. Here's a post from her blog that I love, click here. And to view her art, that is just stunning, go here. 

I'm also getting really excited about my book. I've been making time to write more, and ideas are slowly (Oh ever so slowly) falling into place. It is so so much fun.

Also, don't take the above writings the wrong way. Even if they seem strange there's a perfectly realistic explanation for them. 

<3 EVA

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