All About Elevensies

I've been tagged by Willa Nicole at Willa Nicole Scribblings. Thanks so much! And it's all about elevensies....

Rules
- If you are tagged/nominated, you must post eleven facts about yourself.
- Then, you must answer the eleven questions the tagger has given you and make eleven questions for the people you are going to tag.
- Next, tag eleven more bloggers.
- Tell the people you tagged that you have tagged them.
- No tagging back

Now for eleven facts about myself....


1. I am terrified of frogs (weird, I know!)


2. My favourite foods are pasta, pizza and pie!


3. I love the Lord of the Rings trilogy; the movies are awesome!


4. I am a middle child.


5. I got a haircut last week.


6. I have been blogging for over a year now.


7. I'm trying hard to think of other random facts.....


8. I LOVE anything chocolate-y


9. I ate seven crumpets on Sunday night! (I know, I'm quite greedy, aren't I?)


10. I love vintage or olden-day things


11. Saying 11 random things about myself required some thought.


Now for the questions Willa Nicole asked...

1). What's your favorite time of day/night? My favourite time of the day is just before sunset.
2). What's the favorite stuffed animal you've ever had? I think it was a soft, white monkey (and a stuffed Barney. Did I just put that on the internet?)
3). If you could choose one of the three following places to go, which would it be? Madagascar, Brazil, or Greenland? Brazil.
4). Fuzzy socks or slippers? Fuzzy socks.
5). Can you make up a rhyme right off the bat? If so, write it down here. Ummm......
6). If you could create a phoenix, what color would it's fire be? How big would it be? And would it have a voice, screech, or song? (That counts as one question, right?) Its fire would be blue, it would be big and have a song more than a voice.
7). What is your favorite mythical creature? A Centaur or a griffin.
8). What are four of your favorite books? Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Anne of the Gables series (I’m counting that as one!) and Blink.
9). What is one not-commonly-used or BIG word that you know right off the top of your head? supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (does that count? ;) )
10). If your could have a dream birthday party, what would it be like? Awesomely unique ;)
11). Which one of the following trees would you like to grow from seed: An apple tree, weeping willow, or wisteria? Weeping willow.


11 questions for those I tag.....


1. What is your favourite flower?

2. If you could be any fantasy character from a book or movie, what/who would you be?

3. Would you rather go on a wild adventure (like to Narnia), become a super hero (like Spiderman), save a world from darkness (like Frodo), or become a pirate (like Jack Sparrow)?

4. What is your dream holiday?

5. If you could visit any country in the world what would it be?

6. What accent in the world do you like the most? (I love the British and Australian accent, by the way!)

7. What do you like best: chocolate, cookies or cake?

8. Cozy pyjamas or comfy jeans?

9. What is your idea of a relaxing day?

10. If you could do anything, anything at all (no limits), what would you do?

11. What are your three all-time favourite movies?

Tagging Time.....

Storyteller at Storyteller of Weston Country


Tangerine-Tane at Fifth Out of Ten


Katie at Whisperings of a Pen


Miss Hatcher at the sweet and the simple


Morgan at short sleeved pants


Sarah Jane at Pearls on a String


Britt at Encouragement For Everyday Struggles


Gina at Jars of Clay


Orla at Escape to Vanilla


Keaghan at Whisper Above the Thunder


Cindi at Cotton Candy Clouds

No Turning Back

Light danced across my closed eye-lids, beckoning me to wake up. I opened my eyes to see the first rays of the sun shining through the cracks between my curtains. It was raining gently outside; a strange mixture of rain and shine that gave me a delightful sense of peace. But then I looked around my room and saw the boxes that contained most of my earthly possessions, and suddenly I was reminded what day it was. My momentary peace shattered, I wanted to pull the covers over my head, close my eyes and rewind a few years, even as excitement, simultaneously with fear, flooded my heart. Today I was spreading my wings and leaving the nest.

I could hardly believe that I was leaving a life-time- even if eighteen years is not that much- of memories and my family and friends behind to go to University in another city. It seemed so surreal and, to be honest, I felt old. I wanted to travel back in time and enjoy my childhood of day dreams and imaginary adventures once again. But there was no turning back now; time was marching onwards, whether I felt like joining the ride or not.

Sighing, I pulled myself out of bed, got dressed and walked past the kitchen, where my mother was cooking something delicious for my last breakfast at home.  Noticing that she looked ready to burst into tears, I slipped quietly outside into the cool air and seated myself on the veranda’s steps. The rain and breeze teased my hair as I drank in the sights I would only see during the holidays. The tall oak tree I had climbed countless times, the soft green grass, honey-suckle bushes, tree house and flower-beds all held a wealth of memories. A smile played on my lips as I thought of all the times my brother and I had romped in that garden.

I was called in for breakfast some time later and it was such a dismal meal, despite the scrumptious food. I was the first child to leave home and we all somehow knew, or thought, that our close-knit family would not be quite the same again. Finally it was time to leave. We packed all the boxes we could into my small car and the rest would arrive in a truck. I had never seen my family so forlorn as they were when they hugged me goodbye, tears in their eyes. After all that needed to be said was said and a prayer was prayed, I climbed into my car and, with tears streaming down my cheeks, rode away. I couldn’t believe I was leaving them behind as this new chapter in my life began. I had finally flown away and left the nest; there was no turning back now.

Writing Tips- Literary Humour

First, I would like to apologize for neglecting my blog; I know I haven’t posted in a long time. I won’t be able to blog much anymore because our internet minutes are greatly reduced. However, here are rather amusing “tips” I found in a book on writing. I hope you enjoy it and notice the humour.

The Thirteen Gremlins of Grammar

1.        Correct speling is essential.

2.     Don’t use no double negatives.

3.      Verbs has got to agree with their subjects.

4.     Don’t write no run-on sentences they are hard to read.

5.     About them sentence fragments.

6.     Don’t use commas, that aren’t necessary.

7.      A preposition is not a good word to end a sentence with.

8.     Remember to not ever split infinitives.

9.     Writing carefully, dangling particles must be avoided.

10.   Always use apostrophe’s correctly.

11.      Make each singular pronoun agree with their antecedents.

12.   Join clauses good, like a conjunction should.

13.    Proofread your writing to make sure you don’t words out.

And, above all, avoid cliché’s like the plague.

Pencil Drawings

-The Bohemian Musician

-Andrew

-Libby

-Scarred Childhood

-Unseen Tears

-What My Eyes Say

Tear Drops

For parents who have had to bury a child

The moment the words met her ears

The mother fell to her knees without a say.

Something so heavy crashed upon her;

The weight of a sorrow that neither tears

Nor time shall ever carry away.

The loss of a young child

Is something none can fathom nor explain.

No mother should have to lay to rest

Her child; it is something that makes one wild

With unrelenting sorrow and pain.

How does one endure such loss, since

It has left one desolate, shocked, in the hole

Of despair, with no light to guide you home?

How does life continue when the absence

Of a loved one pierces the very soul?

Loss such as this causes the mother’s tear drops

To fall silently in her shattered world, where

She sees her child all around her.

Haunting her in sights, smells and shops

Are glimpses of a beloved childish pose and well-known eyes and hair.

Flitting about her is a precious record

Of a loved one who has passed on into

A better life, where she cannot now follow,

But instead must move onward,

Trying to see beauty in a horrific view

Amidst the harrowing pain and

Never-ending sorrow, is a comforting Presence,

Who is there to help her persevere.

He holds her in the loving palm of His hand,

And catches each tear drop that falls into the surrounding silence.

Heartbeat

For all the babies whose lives have been ended prematurely by the choice of their parents.

Unwanted they come, unwanted they go,

Their tiny heartbeats are not treasured

Nor their precious lives cherished; no

Instead they are seen as a problem

That needs to be destroyed, although

The heart of God is forever breaking

They grow in a dark and unseen place

That is meant to be safe, but instead

Is a hole of coming pain and un-grace.

Unloved, they leave the leave the world with hardly

A catch of light nor a glimpse of another’s face,

Their cries unheard and their tears unseen.

The ending of their heart’s tiny beat

Is accepted and justified as right by many,

Who feel not the fear nor the complete

Pain of the unseen ones who suffer in silence,

Their heartbeats ignored and their lives discreet

By the choice of those who carry them.

In this world, there is no resting place; none

At all for those who shall never have

The chance to live, laugh nor run

Nor to love, sing, speak or behold beauty,

But shall pass on as an unwanted one,

Their hearts stopped before their lungs’ first breath.

There is One who loves them still,

Whose heart is breaking in two over each stilled life.

He shall gather them to His Kingdom’s hill,

And cherish and love and delight in them there;

With all of His Fatherly heart, He will

Protect each heartbeat that others had cast aside.

Part 2- A Daughter's Strength

Tirzah fetched the girls and then entered the house and began making preparations to head for the hills for two months. Her closest friend, Miriam, and five other girls, Rachel, Ester, Ruth, Tamar and Sara, attended her, tears pouring down their cheeks the whole time. She bid her parents goodbye and walked through Tob, where she had lived her whole life. Keeping her head held high, though her lips quivered, she walked passed her people, as some stared silently, while others cried out their goodbyes. Once she and her friends reached the hills, Tirzah breathed a sigh of relief.  The peacefulness the tall trees and the fresh streams offered her in these hills gave her peace, though also a feeling of loneliness.

For the next two months, Tirzah felt as if she drifted in a dream; in a nightmare that didn’t want to end. She and the girls roamed the hills, mourning and weeping that she would never marry, that her life would be ended prematurely. But mostly, Tirzah mourned for Asher and her parents, and all the pain they were going through. Her parents visited her often and villagers from Tob brought her gifts and kind words. Yet Asher stayed away and Tirzah understood why. The days drifted by in agony, her inevitable fate lying forever before her. Yet she knew that she was doing the right thing; God had given victory to her family and her people, and Jephthah had sworn to give back to Him.

At last the fateful day came and Tirzah had come to terms with it. The girls attended her as she bathed in sweet scented water and slipped into the beautiful dress her mother had made for her; white to symbolise her purity and virginity. Miriam put flowers in her dark hair, which hung loosely around her shoulders. She was ready and looked beautiful, yet her usually bright eyes were shadowed with sadness. As she was about to leave the hills, Tirzah told the girls to go ahead. There in the cool, quiet air, Tirzah sought help from the Lord. She beseeched Him for courage and strength. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes and was about to leave when a dark figure caught her eye.

She gasped. Asher. He came slowly towards her and silently offered her his arm. “You will need all the strength you can get.” He whispered as they walked towards town. “You look beautiful.  You don’t deserve to die. ” He said, looking down at her, evidently fighting emotion. Tirzah stopped and looked up at him. “Thank you.” She said. “I’m so sorry, Asher.” Tears slipped down her cheeks. “I love you, Tirzah.” He answered, then leaned down and kissed her. Then he took her hand and they continued to walk towards the coming doom. Tirzah saw a large crowd gathered around a  fire where her father and mother stood. Her father held a sword in his hand and wore a look of intense pain. Tonight he would have to kill his only, beloved child.

At the sight, Tirzah clung tightly on to Asher’s hand. He gave her squeeze and a final kiss, then whispered, “Be strong, beloved.” He then led her into the centre of the crowd, dropped her hand reluctantly and moved to the side. Tirzah stood in front of her father, feeling exposed as hundreds of eyes stared at her. Yet she could only stare into the eyes of her father and see the pain and hopelessness that loitered there. “I’m so sorry, my daughter.” Jephthah said. Tirzah suddenly stopped crying. She gave her mother and friends a final hug, looked into Asher sad eyes one last time and then again stood before her father who held the drawn sword in his hand.

Tirzah looked him in the eyes with a slight smile on her face, and said, “My father, you are only doing what you must. I don’t blame you at all and love you dearly.” Tirzah kneeled, moved her hair away from her neck and bowed her head. A peculiar peace flooded her and she felt God’s presence with her. Complete silence engulfed them. Then Jephthah closed his eyes, as tears streamed down his face before opening them again, lifting his sword and completing his vow with one motion, while his daughter remained strong until her final breath.