What is it about the natural sounds nature offers that relaxes us? I don’t take the moments of solitude within the natural sounds of nature like I did when I was a child. I’m always too busy, too tired, or too distracted to remember the natural world outside my walls. Today, however, it is Sunday, and I have my windows open. My computer sits to the right of one of my bedroom windows. The window is open wide, and I can hear three types of buzzing. Continue reading “Natural Music”
What if Katherine Minola was never tamed? Could it be she put on a mask and if she did what was she actually thinking? Let’s take a look at what she might have been thinking. Let’s a take a moment to ponder her quiet plan.
Watching all these women marrying and becoming no better than a piece of furniture or a cow in the field is maddening. It is as if they are mindless dolls. I am Katherine Minola. I have a voice, and I want to express myself in whatever manner I choose. Why must I silence myself to please a man and kiss his feet for my very existence? I hate that father uses me to control Bianca’s future. It all makes me want to live in my own palace and govern it all for myself. Why is my happiness reliant on what a man wants from me? Continue reading “If I was Katherine Minola the [Untamed] Shrew”
Annie Dillard’s “Seeing” from her book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is a perfect contrast between physical perception and spiritual understanding. It is a careful blend of beauty, wonder, and philosophical perspectives. She challenges us to examine how we see the world we live in both literally and spiritually. Dillard meticulously describes in great detail how altering how she observed the natural world affected her differently each time; sometimes in a fearful way.
When trying to see a frog that everyone else seemed to have found without much effort she finally asked for help and was told to look for “green,” however, she realized that the color was more like a greenish brown of “wet hickory bark.” What a wonderful way to explain to her readers that sometimes we must narrow the parameters of our sight to see what we aim to see. If we look for a frog among grass, leaves, trees, and a pond we will only see those things; if we look for the color, we see just the things of that color or color variation, and we may just see what we were in pursuit of seeing. Continue reading “All about Perspective and Perception”
As she sat alone on the bench in the round-about in front of her favorite store in the mall, she wondered where time had spent its days. Was time on vacation? Time didn’t seem as though it was aware that the world was still turning. Life had not been friendly, and she realized how lonely she was. She had many friends and acquaintances, but here she was in the mall all alone once again. She ate lunch alone, shopped alone, went to the movies alone. She was certain that people knew she had the weekends off from her job but nobody every invited her to go anywhere or do anything. She felt like she was begging when she would call a friend and ask what they were doing for the weekend. Everyone was always telling her that she was so likable so why would they exclude her?
From the time she was a young girl, she was the independent type, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t need companionship or friendship. There were several moments in her life that she had one or two friends that she would see every day or at least nearly every day. Then, like this time in her life, she didn’t have anyone that seemed interested in spending time with her. As she sat there on that bench alone, she felt tears water up in her eyes, and she shook them off. “No.,” she thought. I’m not going to cry. Not here. Continue reading “Thanks, Mom”