"...Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly one by one, it's quaint events were hammered out- and now the tale is done...the dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird
or beast-and half believe it true..." -Lewis Carroll

Saturday, September 24, 2011

What They're Not Telling Us

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2011 has been, by far, the worst year, weather wise and geologically that many have seen in a long time. In the early part of this year, we had record setting low temperatures, ice, and snow. And when spring finally decided to grace us with her presence, she brought along with her some pretty ferocious weather. This past spring our beloved country has seen more than it's fair share of tornados. And these weren't your run of the mill F-1, F-2 tornados...these were F-5s...:the big one" that we saw in the movie Twister back  in the 90s. These things wiped entire towns off the map, and ended lives. Summer then, made it's grand entrance boasting temperatures of over 100 degrees...and we're not just talking Texas and New Mexico that were seeing these temps...I'm talking about the midwest...Indiana and Kentucky...one day it was actually 115 degrees...not counting the heat index. Like I said...crazy weather. 

This brings me to the next topic...seismic activity. As of September 24, there have been 3,318 earthquakes in the United States this year so far. The total for 2009 was 4262. That's for the entire year. And we're already at 3,318 with 3 months left to go for this year. 

 Perhaps the most devastating of these was the earthquake in Japan and the following tsunami. As if the quake itself weren't bad enough. What also made this quake big news, was the fact that within the quake zone was a nuclear power plant, which was subsequently shut down due to the quake. A radiation leakage followed. It was a disaster, upon disaster, upon a disaster. If a building didn't fall down on top of you, and you didn't drown in the tsunami, the radiation could effect your body and you could die the slow painful death associated with radiation poisoning. 

Now for the U.S. As a result of the earthquake discussed in the preceeding paragraph, our Pacific Coast was at risk for tsunamis. The island state of Hawaii and the state thats slipping into the Pacific Ocean a.k. a California, were put on tsunami alert. They did hit, but only with minimal damage. 

Most recently, was the quake that occurred in the Washington D.C., Virginia, and Maryland areas. An earthquake...on the East coast? As if that weren't strange enough, a quake also happened on the same day in Colorado. Scientists say that geologically speaking they aren't related. Washington D.C. and Colorado don't even share a fault line. But...still...it's strange, wouldn't you say?

This brings me to Yellowstone National Park. Um. Yeah. About that. It's CRAZY! Crazy I say! As the home of America's most famous geyser, Old Faithful, it is well known that Yellowstone is a veritable haven of hot springs. Did you also know that in prehistoric times, Yellowstone was a volcano? Did you know that there is a lake in Yellowstone that has a bulge in its center that has been growing rapidly by the year? Did you know that there are entire sections of the park where plants, vegetation, and animals are inexplicably dying? Do you see where I'm going with this?At the risk of sounding like the crazed guy in the movie 2012, IT'S GONNA BLOW!

Now here's the big question. Are all these things, the extreme weather and unusual seismic activity related? Let me ask another question. Have you ever heard of Solar Flares? A solar flare occurs when magnetic energy that has built up in the solar atmoshphere is sudenly relased. This causes various kinds of radiation to be emitted...this includes gamma and x-rays The scary part? The amont of energy that can be released is the equivalent of 11 megaton hydrogen bombs exploding simultaneously. So you may be thinking...so what? The sun is 93 million miles away from the earth....why do we need to worry about that? Whether you want to believe it or not, these flares can significantly disturb normal weather patterns and greatly increase the risk of volcanic eruptions and earthquakes. 

Are you ready for this? The following is a direct quote: 

" According to the NASA website, March 9th ended with a powerful solar flare. Earth-orbiting satellites detected anX1.5-class explosion from behemoth sunspot 1166 around 2323 UT. A movie from NASA's Solar Dynamics Observatory (above) shows a bright flash of UV radiation plus some material being hurled away from the blast site.

In addition, on March 10, 2011 around 0630 UT, a CME did strike a glancing blow to Earth's magnetic field. This was a result of an M3 flare that occurred late on March 7, 2011." The quake in Japan ocurred exactly 24 hours hours later. Spacequake :
According to NASA, researchers by using NASA's fleet of five THEMIS spacecraft have discovered a form of space weather that packs the punch of an earthquake and plays a key role in sparking bright Northern Lights. They call it "the spacequake."

A spacequake is a temblor in Earth's magnetic field. It is felt most strongly in Earth orbit, but is not exclusive to space. The effects can reach all the way down to the surface of Earth itself.

"Magnetic reverberations have been detected at ground stations all around the globe, much like seismic detectors measure a large earthquake," says THEMIS principal investigator Vassilis Angelopoulos of UCLA.

It's an apt analogy because "the total energy in a spacequake can rival that of a magnitude 5 or 6 earthquake," according to Evgeny Panov of the Space Research Institute in Austria. Panov is first author of a paper reporting the results in the April 2010 issue of Geophysical Research Letters (GRL).

In general, Earth's magnetic field lines can be thought of as rubber bands stretched taut by the solar wind, which is actually charged particles flowing in all directions from the sun, said study co-author Vassilis Angelopoulos, a space physicist at the University of California, Los Angeles."

I rest my case.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Autumn Days

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The day started off drearily enough...grey, rainy, and cool. We are now, however, experiencing a truly beautiful fall day. The kind of day that's perfect for sweater wearing, and that brings to mind caramel apples and pumpkin picking.



Have I mentioned that fall, besides spring, is my favorite season? Even though nature itself is preparing for the cold and dark of winter, for some reason, fall makes me feel alive. As, flowers slowly fade away and the leaves abandon the trees, a different aspect of my nature seems to come alive. Perhaps because of my childhood, I have always connected a sense of well-being and peace with the Autumn season. Perhaps it has something to do with the warm orange, red, and yellow colors or the memories of numerous family gatherings that occur at this time of the year. Maybe it's a combination of both. Either way...I love it!


Because I'm weird and I like to make lists, I've decided to share with the world some of my favorite things about this season. Please feel free to comment and add your own favorites!


1. The weather is cooler( I hate nearly perspiring to death in July and August).
2. I get to pull out all my favorite sweaters and hoodies!
3. The leaves turn the most beautiful colors
4. Football starts( Go Colts!)
5. School resumes ( Yes, I do know that I'm a little on the weird side).
6. We can turn off the AC and leave the windows open!
7. For some reason...soup seems to taste better when it's cooler outside and the leaves are orange and red ;-)
8. Thanksgiving Holiday!
9. Bonfires and Roasting Marshmallows
10. Hayrides( even though the mold in the hay makes me sick lol)

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.  ~Stanley Horowitz

Sunday, September 11, 2011

I'm BAAAAAAAcccccKKKK!

Well, world! I'm back after about a 3 week blogging sabbatical!

As you've probably assumed, the last three weeks have been crazily busy as I've started a new chapter in the book of my insane life. I've talked for quite some time about going back to school, and I have finally done it! I can't believe that it has taken me 2 years to decide to go back...but...such is life.

A wise woman said, not to long ago, that the purpose of knowledge is to expand your mind, and I've always loved to learn. Bookworm...geek...nerd...whatever you wanna call it...that's what I've always been. I was the weird kid who actually liked school....and well, I haven't changed much.

I will admit though, that this time around, it is kickin' my little tushy. Unlike the last time I was in college, I am no longer living with my parents, and I have bills out the wa-zooo...and as such...I work a full 40 hours a week....and then have to come home and do at least 5 to 6 hours of school work every night. And no, I'm not complaining...just explaining (smile). It's a challenge...but maaan...I do love a good challenge!

So, world, now that I'm getting a little more adjusted to my new schedule, I hope to be more faithful with my blogging! As always, topic suggestions are welcome!

I've posted a clip from the cartoon The Amazing World of Gumball...an utterly ridiculous cartoon that my cousins got me hooked on...Eh, what can I say? It takes some of the pressure off lol....you will either think its hilariously funny or insanely stupid...I think it's laugh out loud funny..but then...I do have kind of a wacky sense of humor lol...anyhow, enjoy...

Until Next Time!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Birthday Girl

Well, today is a momentous occasion! On this day exactly 24 years ago, a little brown baby girl was born...and it's been one adventure after another ever since.


The following is my favorite quote about birthdays...

Every year on your birthday, you get a chance to start new.
-Sammy Hagar


Today is a new day with no mistakes in it yet.

~~~I want to live well

********I want to laugh lots

<3<3<3 I want to love unreservedly

Monday, August 15, 2011

Mirror




"The eyes mirror the heart of a person. An entire life can be seen through them. Love, sorrow, deceit, pain. If you look closely, it’s all there." 
-Gail Tsukiyama


The Language of Threads
(c)  Gail Tsuikyama

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Strong Shoes


This next quote has brought me tremendous comfort on even the hardest of days. It was first said by Corrie Ten Boom, survivor of a Nazi Prison Camp during World War II. Words can often mean nothing, but coming from a woman who, in the face of the Nazi Regime, hid Jews in her home, until her actions were discovered by the authorities, was thereafter imprisoned, forced to work with little food, watched her sister die, and who only survived herself because of a clerical error....well...these words are powerful. 

"If God sends us on strong paths, we are provided with strong shoes."
- Corrie Ten Boom

***For anyone looking for a good, thought provoking read, I highly recommend Corrie Ten Boom's book, The Hiding Place

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Tattered, Ground, and Sliced


I do realize, of course, that we are already in the 2nd week of August. It has also dawned on me that it was been over a week since my last post...and what's the point of having a blog if you're not going to...well...blog?

For the last month or so, The Adventures of Rachel, have been quite adventurous. This should, in theory, provide me with copious amounts of blog feed, but alas, it is not so, dear World. 

It seems that during this time of rapid change, my brain is only continuing to function because it is partially still stunned, and the resulting numbness doesn't leave a lot of room for extra thinking. I actually think that my cognitive processes have slowed down . So...don't expect anything shell-shocking or incredibly witty or pithy coming form this corner of the World Wide Web for a while.  

This month, I have decided to be completely unoriginal and merely present the writings of others in each post. Some days they may be clever little one liners, and on others they may be paragraph long quotes from some of my favorite books. If the fancy hits me, I may attempt to explain why a certain passage means so much to me. 

I greatly encourage all of you to comment on posts that catch your eye or resound on some level with you. I would love to get some discussion going, but I need the help of my readers to do that, otherwise this blog is really just me pontificating all the time, and that...is not cool!

Without further ado, I present to you the first quote of the month. I have posted this quote before, and I have found, now, more than ever, that it applies to me! Remember! Comment, comment comment! I want to know if and how you can relate!

" Thank you Rosvita. But so that you are fully informed--my nerves are in tatters; my psyche has been ground to pieces in a mental garbage disposal; and my emotions have been through a meat slicer. I cry easily, although I have made serious efforts not to cry for the last twelve years. I am prone to embarrassing outbursts. I have recently made rash and wild decisions, but have yet to regret any of them. I have found that I have a vindictive and vengeful side and am pleased to welcome it into the fold of my other personality characteristics. I am simply," I told her, "not altogether."

Excerpt from The Last Time I Was Me
By Cathy Lamb
(c) 2008

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Then Sings My Soul!

What a fun month this has been in my little blog world. A full month of celebrating the music I love, and I feel as though we've barely scratched the surface. There are so many genres that we have yet to explore, that I feel certain that in another few months, The Adventures of Rachel (Lost in Wonderland) will revisit music in all it's glorious varieties. 

I've been agonizing all day trying to find a song with which to end this month of musical celebration. As I scanned through my rather extensive itunes collection, the song How Great Thou Art caught my eye. It is without a doubt my absolute favorite hymn of all time. 

Often, I receive looks of surprise when I tell people about my great love for hymns. I guess they find it strange because I'm so young, and hymns are often associated with times gone by, in the church services our grandparents attended. 

Don't misunderstand, I do like the modern day worship songs brought to us by Chris Tomlin, Michael W. Smith, Casting Crowns, and many others. But there is just something about the ld time hymns that minister to me on a different, deeper level. 

Two years ago, after the break up of a relationship that meant everything to me, I encountered my first severe episode of depression. My visits with a counselor, coupled with medication, helped tremendously, but I had still yet to get over that "hump". 

One day, after a counseling session, I stopped at a Family Christian Bookstore. I picked out a new book, and made my way up to the counter to pay. As always, the cashier offered me discounted books and CDs, since I was a Perks member. Normally, I refuse, but on this particular visit, a Selah: Greatest Hymns CD caught my eye. At 5 bucks, it was a steal, and I purchased it. 

As soon as I got into my car, I put it in the CD player. As I listened to hymn after hymn, I realized something amazing had happened by the time I got home. I felt better. I felt like smiling, and my soul felt a little lighter. From that moment on, that CD, along with a Carman Hymns CD played constantly, whether I was in my car or at home. I believe, that it was those anointed hymns that helped me finally step completely out of the depression that had plagued me for almost a year. 

There is such an unbelievable power in those old songs. The writers of those lyrics were not talking about things they had not experienced. It was because of their experiences they were able to pen such awesome words. What an experience Horatio Spafford must have had with God to be able to write It is Well after the drowning deaths of all 3 of his daughters. 

And the blood songs!  And the songs about the Name of Jesus! The Bible says that "...at the name of Jesus every knee shall bow" and when listening to these awesome songs, my depression had no choice but to surrender to the power of the Name and Blood of Jesus. 

Call it old fashioned, tell me I'm behind the times...whatever! Hymns have saved my life.

 I hope you all enjoy Selah's rendition of How Great Thou Art, and thank you to all my readers and followers, for sticking with me during this last month of celebration of the music I love!


Saturday, July 30, 2011

If My Soul Had a Sound

There  is something about the sound of the cello that soothes me. Out of the stringed instruments, I find that the cello has the most resonant, the smoothest, and the richest sound of them all. 

If my soul, my mind, and my heart had a sound or was an instrument, it would be the  cello. It can plunge to the depths of the musical scale without losing it's beauty and can scale the heights  without losing its gravity. It is a serious instrument, and even when the bow is playing on the high A string, you are always aware of the underlying intensity, depth, and mystery, that makes this instrument what it is.

Without further ado, I present to you Bach's Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major BMV, 1007: I. Prelude, played by the renowned Yo-Yo Ma.



Friday, July 29, 2011

Tale as Old as Time...

Hands down...Beauty and the Beast is my favorite Disney movie.

I am not ashamed to admit that, at age 23 , I still watch this movie at least once a week.

Neither am I afraid to admit that I'm not really in the mood for blogging. Ha. That being said, I will now turn it over to the legendary Celine Dion and the timeless Peabo Bryson.

Beautiful!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Morning in Paris, the City Awakes to the Bells....

Let me begin this post by saying that The Hunchback of Notre Dame is probably by far, my least favorite Disney movie. First of all, so much is left out from the original story by Victor Hugo, that one would hardly know that it was the same story. Secondly, it's such a sad story that I can't stand to watch it...I have a very hard time watching people being mistreated.

So, the only things that that I can honestly say that I like from the movie, are the songs, my favorite of which being The Bells of Notre Dame. It is actually quite an incredible orchestral piece of music, complete with Gregorian chants, and a choral arrangement. Anyone who is a true lover of music will be able to appreciate the complicated beauty of the following song.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Dreaming of You

This month's musical celebration would fall painfully short if I did not include my favorite genre...smooth jazz. As a former saxophonist, you can understand why jazz holds a special place in my heart.

However, it also holds this place because, as odd as it may seem, it was the music of my childhood. Seldom did my Dad not have some kind of jazz music playing in the background at our house. My love for this genre has only increased as I've become exposed to a wider variety of artists, each with their own unique sound.

The song that I will feature today is played by Brian Culbertson, a pianist of, in my opinion, the first degree. He has a sound that is completely his own, that you could identify anywhere.

This song, Dreaming of You, is the epitome of mellow...it puts the smooth in smooth jazz!

Monday, July 18, 2011

Way Up

All right ladies and gentlemen of the world, I'm taking it back with this one.

Anyone who knows even a little bit about gospel music, knows  that Mahalia Jackson pretty much started it all. That being said, there's no possible way I can overlook her during this month of celebration of the music that I love.

The following is one of my favorites!

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Bolero

Ah, I do love classical music....

And I believe that the violin and cello are the most beautiful instruments ever created.

 So you can imagine my joy when I found this little video of 4 brothers playing Bolero, on one huge cello...performing all the various parts of the piece....at the same time! AMAZING!

Yes, I do realize that I'm a nerd. I'm ok with it though! =p

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Hatikvah

Ok, World, I warned you...I have a very eclectic taste in music. I believe you're about to realize just how true that is. 

I present to you ladies and gentlemen, the national anthem of Israel...Hatikvah. It is a hauntingly beautiful song....both mournful and full of hope, as is befitting it's name...Hatikvah, which means, The Hope. 

The song is sung in Hebrew, but I will provide an English translation below. I hope you enjoy it!

As long as the Jewish spirit is yearning deep in the heart,
With eyes turned toward the East, looking toward Zion,
Then our hope - the two-thousand-year-old hope - will not be lost:
To be a free people in our land,
The land of Zion and Jerusalem.


The Necessary Passage





You know, World, the funny thing...or rather I should say, the ironic thing, about grief is that it doesn't kill you. Unlike like a head on car collision or a bullet to the head, you survive it, although everything within you may want to give up the ghost.

I'm borrowing and paraphrasing from one of my favorite quotes from the movie, Under the Tuscan Sun. The character was actually talking about the horror and grief that comes with going through a divorce. In the past, I've found that it applies to the break up of relationships, and I'm now finding, that it also applies to dealing with the loss of a loved one. Perhaps it applies to loss, universally.

The recent death of my Granny, has given me pause...it has made me think about the importance of the people in our lives. I have said before that, in essence, we are the sum total of our experiences. I am who I am because of what I have been through.  I'm going to take this thought a little further and suggest that I am who I am, because of the experiences I've had with people.

From the very beginning of my life, my Granny was always there. She wasn't just some distant relative whom I saw once every couple of months on holidays. She was as much of a constant in my life as my Mom and Dad. Let me tell you, I've had my doubts about a lot of things in my life, but I never once doubted that Granny loved me. Ever.

Imagine that you are a baby in the womb, and that your mother, is a concert violinist or cellist. Through the watery warmness of your nest, her morning practices on her instrument are your daily wake up calls. They lull you to sleep at night. Constantly, wherever she goes (and you go, as a result) she always has some kind of violin or cello music playing. This does not change when you are born. Constantly...always without fail, there is the sweet, haunting notes of a violin or the deep, resonant timbres of the cello. It is always there, though many times in the background only. But it is there, nonetheless. Then one day, this music is no more. Silence rushes in and grows louder than the largest orchestra. How bland life is without the sweet notes. The deep sounds. How empty. The world seems a little less beautiful for it's silence. With every fiber of your being you feel the absence of the beauty of sound that you took for granted. It's gone.

A strange analogy, perhaps, but that, dear World, is how I feel about losing my Granny. She has loved me since the moment she learned of my existence in my mother's womb, and she never stopped. Her love was the constant background music of my life. Sometimes it was loud, sometimes soft...whatever I needed it to be...but always, always there. And yes, for me...the world is a little less beautiful now that she's gone.

Grief is a deep, multi-faceted thing. Sometimes it's as hot as the tears that roll down your face; a firebrand of loss that is imprinted on your heart forever. Sometimes it's like a rogue wave that unexpectedly swells, and threatens to overtake and drown you in its depth. Sometimes it is merely a dull ache that you carry with you wherever you go. Grief is exhausting. So much so that I sometimes unknowingly shut myself down so that I don't have to ride the roller coaster of the raw emotion that slices through me at random times during the day. I actually have to tell myself, "Let yourself grieve".

A few evenings ago, it was surprisingly cool, and I decided to take my dog for a walk. After we had been walking for about 20 minutes, I paused to let Oliver take a bathroom break. As he sniffed around in the grass, a cool breeze blew by and I closed my eyes to relish the coolness on my face. I became totally still. I could hear the sound of the water sprinklers...of children playing at the nearby pool...Oliver's tags clinking together...and I felt, for the first time in almost 2 weeks, peace and contentment. I knew then, that really....I was going to be ok.

I was reminded that life walks hand in hand with death. That it is indeed, one of the surest parts of life….and I remembered this....

Grieving is a necessary passage and a difficult transition to finally letting go of sorrow - it is not a permanent rest stop.  ~Dodinsky

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Ave Maria

Ok, World, I'm going to slow it down here, and just let you lay your head back, close your eyes, and relax. Teehee.

Today's post will feature Celine Dion performing, in my opinion, one of the BEST performances of the Ave Maria EVER. Of course, that's just my opinion. It's rare that you hear this song's English interpretation, so that's also a part of what makes this rendition all the more brilliant, and beautiful.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Rolling...

This is for one of my closest friends, Caro.

Adele has a sound that is completely, totally, and uniquely her own. It's been a while actually, since I've listened to anything from her, and just the other night, dear Caroline, showed me this song.

LOVE IT!

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

One Love

The celebration continues with the man, the legend...ladies and gentlemen, I give you...Bob Marley!




"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."
— 
Bob Marley


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Held

For all those who have had the sacred torn from their life...and survived.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

In Loving Memory

Well, World, my favorite person in the whole world has gone to be with Jesus.

She battled with cancer for the last 4 years and, at last, her fight is over. Even though we knew that this would happen, we weren't expecting it so soon.

Honestly, I don't have any words...There is some grief that is too deep to have any expression other than through tears.

Here's a song in honor of my Granny, my friend.


This was her favorite.


Saturday, July 2, 2011

Worrisome Heart

I have to give props to my sister, Jesika, for introducing me to the jazzy, mellow sounds of Melody Gardot. I can already tell you, World, that during this month of celebration of the music I love, Ms. Gardot will be a frequent character. Get used to her. She has a sound that reminds of Norah Jones and Diana Krall, but is also reminiscent of  Ella Fitzgerald and Nina Symone, yet she has a sound that is completely her own.
 The story on how she first got into music is fascinating, and I encourage you to check it out at the following link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melody_Gardot


Friday, July 1, 2011

Celebrating the Music I Love

So!

As the official throne Princess of Rachel-Land( teehee), I hereby deem the month of July as Music I Love Month! Although all the posts this month will not be music related, the majority of them will. Don't be surprised by the eccentricity of my musical tastes...as I've said many times before, I love pretty much all music.

I will start out this festive celebration of song by bringing to your attention my favorite classical composer, Ludwig Van Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Teehee. Now, this rendition of the 5th is probably unlike any you've ever heard. And I absolutely LOVE it. I'm sure you music buffs have heard of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I originally heard of them during the Christmas season for their rendition of Carol of the Bells. As I researched this phenomenal band, I was surprised, yet pleased to find that they not only played Christmas music, but classical and rock, as well. I've actually come to love their version of Beethoven's 5th: Requiem even more than Carol of the Bells. A feat indeed. Anywho, sit back and enjoy some classical music...with a twist!



Monday, June 27, 2011

DON'T Grin and Bear It

I have just recently began reading a new daily devotional. At first, I was kind of leery about reading it because it was written by 4 slightly older ladies. However, I have been pleasantly surprised by the content and the humor contained in each devotional.

It never ceases to amaze me how on time God is. For those of you who don't know, my Granny, has been battling with breast cancer for the last 4 years. Up until just a few months ago she was in remission. Now, however, the cancer is pretty much everywhere. It has been difficult to watch the gradual ebbing away of her life. Yesterday was an especially tough day, as we began to see, for the first time the effects the cancer is having on her brain. I've decided to include a few paragraphs from todays reading. You'll understand why it spoke to me. I hope it helps you as well, World.

You can tell it's going to be a rotten day when...
- you call suicide prevention and they put you on hold
- you put your bikini top on backward and it fits better
-your blind date turns out to be your ex-boyfriend

But just remember, every flower that ever bloomed had to go through a whole lot of dirt to get there. And with the dirt, a lot of watering was needed.

Scientific research indicates that tears--real, wet, human tears--may be the body's mechanism for flushing away harmful chemicals produced during stress. A study at Harvard University showed that people who cried more in response to grief were less likely to suffer heart attacks after losing a loved one. (Previous studies showed that the risk of suffering a heart attack after a loss is fourteen times greater than normal.) Imagine: tears can break the chain of chemical events that lead to heart disease and brain damage.

Crying is the only physiological process that is experienced by humans that animals do not share. Doctors now say that shedding tears is one of the most effective performances of the human body. And there are may uneducated people who know the therapeutic value of a good old fashioned cry: sobbing, wailing, howling, just letting it all out.

You don't have to grin and bear it. You don't to be holier than thou, keeping up a spiritual front that equates tears with weakness and doubt. No, scientists now confirm, what the Bible has said for thousands of years: tears are God's gift to His precious children. When we cry, we allow our bodies to function according to God's design--and we embrace one of the perks He offers to relieve our stress.

Someone said, "God will accept a broken heart, but He must have all the pieces." As He stitches those pieces back together, the moisture of tears softens and makes flexible His strong thread of healing in our lives. Big wet tears are part of the the rich human experience. The people who weep unashamedly are the same ones who live and love with their whole heart and soul. Those who mourn are those who have allowed themselves to feel real feelings because they care about other people.

Do you realize what a gift it is to feel, even when it hurts?

Sometimes allowing yourself to cry is the scariest thing you'll ever do. And the bravest. It takes a lot of courage to face the facts, stare loss in the face, bare your heart, and let it bleed. But it is the only way to cleanse your wounds and prepare them for healing. God will take care of the rest.

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves [with him]. Psalm 126: 5&6

(c) Joy Breaks: Barbara Johnson

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Goofy Glasses!

Did you know that one of these burns up to 6 calories? That engaging in this particular activity inreases your circulation, heart rate, stimulates the immune system, as well as improves the muscle tone of the abdomen?

I know, you must be thinking...she must be talking about doing crunches or push ups or something of the like. Well, World, you would be wrong. I am referring simply to laughing. That's right ladies and gentlemen...laughing. In addition to the facts I've listed above, the magazine Psychology Today reports that laughter increases creativity. It has been found that indiciduals who have a vivacious sense of humor tend to have a more creative point of view when it comes to problem solving than individuals who are more solemn.

Can you believe, that there are even studies that show that companies that advocate their employees bringing a sense of humor to work are more profitable, than those companies who only stress business as usual.

I've said all of this to say the following: " You don't have to be happy to laugh. You become happy because you laugh". I've found that laughter takes even the worst sting out of the most painful situations in life.

There is an age old saying that says, "Laughter is the best medicine". I've found in my limited experience here on earth that this is indeed true. The fact of the matter is that it is God himself who gives us this capacity to be tickled down to the very depths of our being. In fact, in scripture it says, "He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh..."

I've been blessed with a lovely group of friends with whom I laugh probaby more than I breathe. I've been blessed with a family with whom I can do the same. So, I encourage you today world, when life seems a bit too somber, too serious, and too painful to handle...take a moment and take a step back, dig around in your purses ladies, or in you pants pockets gentlemen, and pull out your goofy glasses. Then take another look at your situation. I guarantee you will find something to laugh about.

Laughter gives us distance.  It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.  ~Bob Newhart

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. 
 ~E.E. Cummings


Scripture Verse Found in Psalm 2:4 KJV
Laughter Statistics courtesy of Psychology Today
Article Topic courtesy of Barbara Johnson Women of Faith Joy Breaks

Saturday, June 25, 2011

mAnIFestO!

*Sigh*

What can I say? I love music that makes me wanna move. Don'tcha just love it when you're in the car just riding along, minding your own business, when all of a sudden you catch the sound of a song that you've never heard before, and there's just something about it that immediately captures your attention? Ah. I love it!

Anywho, the song that has most recently caught the attention of my musically inclined ear is Manifesto by City Harmonic. Awesome lyrics with a piano introuduction that brings to mind one of my favorite Coldplay songs, Clocks. Enjoy! ( This is a two-fer...click on "Clocks" to hear the song.)



Monday, June 20, 2011

Vacation Time

I have just arrived back from the first vacation I've taken in over a year. To say that it was much needed is a huge understatement. Where did you go, you may be thinking to yourself. Hawaii, Florida, Cancun? I went as a youth chaperone to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Not exactly a good time by most people's standards, and at first I wasn't exactly gun-ho about it myself. Yet, as the trip approached, the kid's excitement began to rub off on me, and by the night before we were to leave, I was just excited as they were.

I'll admit it, the conditions of the camp were less than ideal. The cabins wreaked of mold and mildew, the walls sweated because of the humidity, and the beds, floors, and bathrooms gave us all the heebie jeebies. But, as cliched as this will sound, it was worth it all to be able to spend time with those kids. As you may have gathered from other postings, I'm activively involved with my church's middle school youth ministry. We meet each Sunday evening, starting out with a small group time, followed by a worship service, and sermonette. Although each service is special and a great time to connect with the kids in my small group, as well as the others, a few hours on a Sunday night, is a only very small amount of time. These kinds of trips are a great way to connect with each child on a greater, more personal level. I know that this week I formed bonds that will last a long time.

Yes, there were a few girls I had some problems with, but the thing that I had to tell myself on a continual basis is that these kids just need to be loved. Some of these kids come from broken, or dysfunctional homes. Some of these kids are bullied at school. Some of them are even bullied at home, by their parents, the very people who are supposed to be their greatest protectors. For 4 days, I was mom to these girls, and bottom line, I love each one of them, smart mouths, attitudes, weird quirks, and all.

We spent a total of 12 hours on the bus together, we ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. We rode rides at Dollywood and shopped together. There were fights and the drama that goes hand in hand with being in middle school. We tubed down a river and braved the rapids together. We prayed and cried together during worship, and we laughed almost constantly. I learned  more about those girls in 4 days than I have in a year. I went on this trip to be a blessing, yet, I was the one who was blessed. 

It wasn't Hawaii or Florida. We didn't stay in a four star hotel or have the best tasting food in the world. But...I HAD A BLAST!

Monday, June 13, 2011

More of Alice Dear

Hello world! I bring you more of Alice...!

CHAPTER II

The Pool of Tears

`Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); `now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). `Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can; --but I must be kind to them,' thought Alice, `or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.'

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. `They must go by the carrier,' she thought; `and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will look!
ALICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.
                HEARTHRUG,
                    NEAR THE FENDER,
                        (WITH ALICE'S LOVE).
Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!'
Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.
Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.
`You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, `Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!' Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, `If you please, sir--' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.

Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: `Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!' And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them.
`I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, `for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she's she, and I'm I, and--oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome--no, that's all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I'll try and say "How doth the little--"' and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to do:--
`How doth the little crocodile
              Improve his shining tail,
            And pour the waters of the Nile
              On every golden scale!

            `How cheerfully he seems to grin,
              How neatly spread his claws,
            And welcome little fishes in
              With gently smiling jaws!'
`I'm sure those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, `I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, `I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of being all alone here!'
As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking. `How can I have done that?' she thought. `I must be growing small again.' She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether.
`That was a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; `and now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, `and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, `for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad, that it is!'
As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, `and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

`I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'
Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.

`Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, `to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began: `O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, `A mouse--of a mouse--to a mouse--a mouse--O mouse!' The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.
`Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; `I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: `Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. `Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. `I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'
`Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. `Would you like cats if you were me?'
`Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: `don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, `and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face--and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse--and she's such a capital one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. `We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.'
`We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. `As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!'
`I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. `Are you--are you fond--of--of dogs?' The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: `There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things--I can't remember half of them--and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and--oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, `I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.
So she called softly after it, `Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't like them!' When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, `Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.'
It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Retraction

Today, another of my very close friends, got married. The chapel where the ceremony was  held was beautifully decorated in pink and black, the bridesmaids were arrayed in the same, and the bride was beyond radiant. She glowed.

I have been very vocal this past week about how much I hate weddings, that when it's my turn I'm going to elope...blah, blah, blah. Well, folks...I take it all back, because I realized that I do not hate weddings...I just don't particularly like weddings that aren't mine. Yeah, it sounds horrible I know, and perhaps hate is too strong a word, but as I've stated in previous postings, I have been in at least one wedding for the last 4 years. With the news of each new engagement, with each picture text received of the engagement ring, with each dress fitting, rehersal dinner, and ceremony, my despair would grow as what I ultimately want is once again waved before my face, only to remind me of what I do not have. So, to protect my soft heart that breaks a little bit more with each passing wedding, my mouth utters the hard words "I hate weddings". I don't, actually. At the risk  of sounding cliched, I'll say that they are beautiful events that capture the beauty of newfound love. Corny? Perhaps. True nonetheless? Yes.

So, to all of you who have heard that phrase uttered from my mouth these last few weeks, please disregard them, and know that I've said those words to shield myself from my discouragement and the fear that while my  friends start their married lives together, have families, etc, I will forever be alone...You have your coping mechanisms...I have mine.

I know what colors I want. I know what songs I want sung. I know who my bridesmaids will be. I know that I want it to be very small, with only our closest friends and family attending. I know that I want an evening wedding, and a reception area with a dance floor, so that I can dance with my dad and hubby in turn. Yes, I have very grandiose schemes and plans...I only lack one thing...the Groom. Teehee. It's ok. I know he'll get here in time. I've often joked with my  friends, that my husband is in Africa, he's walking, then he has to get in a row boat, then he has to walk some more...I could very well be 30 before he gets here. LOL. But of this I am sure, he IS coming. Ha.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

In Honor of Alice

You'll probably remember from previous posts that I'm an unabashed lover of books. In this vein, I've decided to dedicate several postings to some of my favorite chapters from this blog's name sake, Alice in Wonderland.

Now, I'm sure most everyone is basically familiar with the story line, probably from the various movie productions of this book that have been made over the years. What, however, the movies have been unable to capture, in my humble opinion, is the absolute zany-ness of the story and the language. The dry humor is enough at times to make me literally laugh out loud. This is perhaps one of the most  nonsensical of nonsense stories, and it is for this precise reason that I love it so much.

So sit back and enjoy the first chapter of Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland.

Chapter I

Down the Rabbit Hole:

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT- POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before see a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it way empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy CURTSEYING as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.'
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned to corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.
Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice's first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head though the doorway; `and even if my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, `it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (`which certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.
It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. `No, I'll look first,' she said, `and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they WOULD not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if your hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked `poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
However, this bottle was NOT marked `poison,' so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.
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`What a curious feeling!' said Alice; `I must be shutting up like a telescope.'
And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going though the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; `for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, `in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found he had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.
`Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; `I advise you to leave off this minute!' She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. `But it's no use now,' thought poor Alice, `to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!'
Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words `EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. `Well, I'll eat it,' said Alice, `and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!'
She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, `Which way? Which way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.

To be continued....

Alice in Wonderland
(c) Lewis Carroll