Good evening my dearest readers and I hope you are all enjoying the snow if you have gotten any. Personally, we've only gotten a few centimeters in Ottawa and I'm waiting for more. Though Fall is my favourite season, Winter is a close second because I absolutely love the cold, the snow and all of the things you can do outside in the snow and cold. It might seem odd to some people but I was born and bread in the North, and it's where my heart will remain.
Now I didn't start this entry today to go on about things I like or things I miss, but rather about my incredible ability to distract myself. I'm slowly transitioning into the up and coming exam season, but I find myself in a quaint, festive mood. It's unfortunate that things so wonderful like Christmas, family and snow have to be put in the time period as horrible things like exams, evaluations and essays. To get my mind off of the bad and unto the hopeful, I find myself baking several different things throughout the week. I've made a lemon poppy seed cake, some banana chocolate chip muffins, apple turnovers as well as other various recipes.
Oddly enough, this puts me at ease and gives me courage to continue attacking the mountain of finals that are confronting me. I don't think of it as procrastination (because some people might call it that) but rather an attempt to maintain and preserve my sanity. That is something to be admired rather than reprimanded.
So if you find yourself at odds with your workload, try picking up a box of cake mix, or cookies and give your house a pleasant aroma to ease your mind into the hell that will be hard work. Plus, a bonus is that you'll have a treat to reward yourself once you're done. There's always a silver lining my dear readers, and it's up to you to take advantage of it.
K.P.H.
Saturday 22 November 2014
Wednesday 19 November 2014
Literature: We Are Seven
Good morning dear readers and I hope that the cold isn't bothering you too much. I've got a little bit of time this morning as I sit and have breakfast to write a short entry in the blog. Lately, all that I've been doing is assignments and homework. I'm stuck reading things for one project while I read things for another to take a break from the first. I want to countdown the days until Christmas break but I don't want to at the same time because it shows me how little time I actually have to complete everything. Since my mind is on one mode only (STUDY), this morning's post in inspired by one of the text that I've read.
One very famous poet that is known worldwide even if not everyone has read him is William Wordsworth. Though he might be famous, Wordsworth was never one of my favorite poets. I tend to like Medieval literature a lot and the occasional 17th century work. However, I had to read the poem "We Are Seven" by William Wordsworth and I fell into a deep reflection. It is a relatively short poem compared to some of his other works, but to me, it makes more of an impact. Short and sweet could be used here, but there a sense of irony in the poem. It portrays the ideas that many people today struggle with, and it is given in two different perspectives. I like to think of myself as the child in the poem rather than the adult. For once, youth is bliss. It's not a ignorance that the child continues to argue, but a lack to acknowledge a loss. It's a positive perspective.
I invite you now to read the poem my dearest readers and to let me know what you think. Is the adult in the right, or in the wrong. Perhaps both child and adult are confused. Just know that any situation can be rectified depending on your take on it. It's how you see things rather than how they are supposed to be seen.
K.P.H.
One very famous poet that is known worldwide even if not everyone has read him is William Wordsworth. Though he might be famous, Wordsworth was never one of my favorite poets. I tend to like Medieval literature a lot and the occasional 17th century work. However, I had to read the poem "We Are Seven" by William Wordsworth and I fell into a deep reflection. It is a relatively short poem compared to some of his other works, but to me, it makes more of an impact. Short and sweet could be used here, but there a sense of irony in the poem. It portrays the ideas that many people today struggle with, and it is given in two different perspectives. I like to think of myself as the child in the poem rather than the adult. For once, youth is bliss. It's not a ignorance that the child continues to argue, but a lack to acknowledge a loss. It's a positive perspective.
I invite you now to read the poem my dearest readers and to let me know what you think. Is the adult in the right, or in the wrong. Perhaps both child and adult are confused. Just know that any situation can be rectified depending on your take on it. It's how you see things rather than how they are supposed to be seen.
We Are Seven
--------A SIMPLE Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad: 10
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.
"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.
"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea. 20
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."
"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be."
Then did the little Maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we; 30
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree."
"You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five."
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little Maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side. 40
"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.
"And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.
"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay, 50
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.
"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.
"And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side." 60
"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
"O Master! we are seven."
"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad: 10
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.
"Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said
And wondering looked at me.
"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea. 20
"Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."
"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!--I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be."
Then did the little Maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we; 30
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree."
"You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five."
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little Maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side. 40
"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.
"And often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.
"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay, 50
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.
"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.
"And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side." 60
"How many are you, then," said I,
"If they two are in heaven?"
Quick was the little Maid's reply,
"O Master! we are seven."
"But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
K.P.H.
Sunday 16 November 2014
Love: Remedy for Home Sickness
Good afternoon dearest readers, I'm taking a quick minute to post a new song (not so new but still original) on the blog to make up for my absence. I'll be posting something else later on this week but I still cannot return to my usual routine just yet. You just wait until Christmas break where I'll post so much, you'll get sick of me...(actually please don't get annoyed).
So here is the newest addition to the song database and this one is entitled: Bring Me Home.
K.P.H.
So here is the newest addition to the song database and this one is entitled: Bring Me Home.
K.P.H.
Monday 10 November 2014
Love: She Is
Good morning dearest readers. I apologize for my absence on the blog, but I will continue to be scarce for the next few weeks because I find myself on the last stretch before exams start, and there is still much to do. So for the sake of my mental health (and for that of those around me), I might limit my posting to once a week. I will make up for it bountifully during my Christmas break, so much that you might wish that I was in midterm season once more.
So this morning, I though about posting a link to a song that just makes me so happy when I listen to it. This is one of my favorite songs at the moment and it makes me hope that someday, this song might actually apply to me. If you are single or happily taken, you have to be happy with yourself for you to let others to be happy with you. I've got a great relationship with myself and I'm okay being alone, because I'm not lonely to contrary belief.
This song is entitled She Is by Lady Antebellum; a great band that I had the chance to see this summer. It's great how some songs just seem to work and tell you what you need to hear in the right moment. Listen closely and I hope that it speaks to you as well.
She Is - Lady Antebellum
K.P.H.
So this morning, I though about posting a link to a song that just makes me so happy when I listen to it. This is one of my favorite songs at the moment and it makes me hope that someday, this song might actually apply to me. If you are single or happily taken, you have to be happy with yourself for you to let others to be happy with you. I've got a great relationship with myself and I'm okay being alone, because I'm not lonely to contrary belief.
This song is entitled She Is by Lady Antebellum; a great band that I had the chance to see this summer. It's great how some songs just seem to work and tell you what you need to hear in the right moment. Listen closely and I hope that it speaks to you as well.
She Is - Lady Antebellum
K.P.H.
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