Iterum.

I have actually accidentally written this poem onto the wrong blog - it should be in my poetry one; I thought I'd leave it on here as well though, as it sort of ties in with previous posts about my religious views as well as other things. If you're the type of person who likes to make their own mind up on poetry, and their own theory behind it, I'd skip the next paragraph and just go straight onto the poem (I am one of those people, and reading the poem's meaning before the poem just ruins it for me - so I thought I'd just let you know!)

It's basically about the people on this planet who claim to be something they are not, in the eyes of God. Evil people, who say they have been called to do something by God, yet are doing something that every person with a sense of morality on this planet would see contradicts every word that comes out of their mouths. And the poem is about how the 'day of judgement' would treat them in reality, rather than in their twisted words. However, the poem is also about how the 'good' of the world would fair on this day. The latin translates to 'The sun will rise Again. Again.' As the focus of the poem is on the immoral and evil person, they are not supposed to understand these words...



Pounding at a bolted door,
Knives running 'neath the stars;
Sticks of slaves and thunderous whips:
Powdered crimson scars.
Here I am; your hourglass:
I've kept you behind bars.
Here I am, your final day;
The day you proclaimed Ours.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Ocean's azure innocence
Turned writhing in the dark;
Light symbolises safety,
But this fire is so stark.
Here I am, your conscience call;
Through me you leave your mark.
"Here I am; so ethical";
A drowning scarlet spark.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Swaying in the gentle breeze,
Trees sinking to the ground;
To the youthful piercing pupil
Desperate dancing is renowned.
Here I am, the death of them;
The cry of altered sound.
Here I am, the silent storm;
I strike their sorrow down.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Battle with the falling sky;
Your scream is held within.
The blood red tears of soldier's deaths:
Your condescending sin.
Here I am; your nightmare's call,
Gold melting off my skin.
Here I am; your only one,
The fire you did begin.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

The struggling rays of sunlight
Leave hazy, burning scars.
The smoke above is rising:
Obscuring fading stars.
Here I am; your hourglass:
I've kept you behind bars.
Here I am, your final day;
The day you proclaimed Ours.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Wandering; Wondering...

It seems strange to me that I only learnt these two words had different meanings a couple of years ago, as still they seem like one definition in my own mind; they are just a metaphor of eachother: wandering is walking in no particular direction, while your mind is wondering in no particular direction, and so they can be swapped.


I've found it is nice to be able to wander, to escape all the chaos and havoc for an hour, while I aimlessly walk and admire whatever catches my eye. Today I just couldn't study, so I went for a wander in the woods; it was an overcast day but the sun's beams managed to reflect off the lake in such a wistful way that they gave me the illusion of sunshine, which somehow always brightens my spirits. Not that I feel dark at the moment, but it is nice to get away from the stress of the revision books!


I have discovered that I now feel safe when I wander. I used to run at the first shadow; create people watching me behind every tree: it may sound paranoid, but with all the 'rising knife crime' and worse in the British papers at the moment, it's easy to let my imagination overpower the few rational thoughts in my head. And then the youth of today are attacked for staying inside all the time; it seems we are trapped in a darkened corridor with obesity, cancer, diabetes in one direction, and murder, attacks and abuse in the other.


Personally, I have learnt to take media with a hint of skepticism, and have decided I would much rather take my chances outside in the few places where I feel free, and with this I have let go of my paranoia. However, I can empathise with those who would rather feel safe. And I can feel the condescending nature of those few older people who have the youth of today trapped in a vice. The exaggeration of the media today concerning Britain's youth, particularly on their crimes, to their apparent lack of morals, to their carelessness about their rising obesity and unhealthiness, is appalling. And furthermore it is a downwards spiral...


I'm sorry about this rant, but it seems to me that we, meaning young people of the country, have got somewhat of the short straw when it comes to the prejudices and assumptions of older people. Most of us are not criminals; most of us would like to be able to walk the streets without fear; and most of us have hopes and dreams we'd like to aspire to before being caught in this downward spiral.


But me, I suppose I shall go back to wondering what the world would be like without the judgements of others, or the 'scare stories' of the media weighed upon my shoulders, as I wander among the bluebells blooming under the trees, and think that humanity really is a beautiful thing, if only that beauty could be grasped.

Essence of Creation

Last night I went for a walk to the sports field near my house. The night sky was clear; the wind had an icy edge; the fields and the streets took on a different persona in the darkness; a more claustrophobic one. When I reached the sports field, it was an open expanse, an oasis of greying green, surrounded by the distant shadows of homes.

I laid down in the middle of an empty tennis court. Strange, I know, but the people who walked by were people I'd probably never see again, so I just lay there, looking up at the stars. I was with a friend, and they were humming softly to themselves, but I felt completely alone... hypnotised by the enthralling pinpricks of other worlds above me, and by the wind whistling through the trees.

I felt like I was listening to departing footsteps, but hearing a grasping melody.

I know many people, when confronted by the entirety of Space, feel insignificance for their lives, and the world they see through their eyes, but I don't think we should feel this way.

We should feel like an integral part of the world.

Part of the Universe.

One of the essences of creation itself.

When I look up to the night sky, I feel like I'm not alone. Like there's something, somewhere, watching. Helping. And although it makes me desperate for true knowledge, and puzzled by the fact that our facts are only theories awaiting proof, the sight of the stars and the fact that I'm here makes me feel overwhelmingly privileged to be a part of something so amazing.

Insignificance is not the word.

Just a tiny part of a massive puzzle, yet to be solved.

I don't know how long I lay there, staring at the stars, but long enough for these thoughts to entwine my mind, and take it over as I stared with focused happiness.

Whatever you believe about the creation of the world, it is a breathtaking thing. Only scarred by our unappreciating selves, but I'm sure, if we ever were to go, it would heal faster than we could imagine. And I know it scares some people to know the only thing they will leave on this Earth are fading memories, but in some ways I see it as a comfort. Given time, the world can heal, and things will always carry on as they were supposed to. We are just a page still being read and yet to be turned over in the history of the world.

Indiy the Gecko

Well, still aiming to write a bit about my day-to-day life here, but today not too much happened. I went for a long walk in the woods, which as always was beautiful - the overcast sky made me see the place in a different light; an almost magical light. It's strange how oddly amazing the silhouette of skeletal trees can be. Staring up at the sky, entwined with delicate branches, I wished I had a camera on me, but as always I had forgotten it for a time when I really needed it!

I spent some of the evening with Indiy, my Leopard Gecko. 4 years and he still amazes me; it may sound strange but lizards can be brilliantly intuitive. Just as I walked into my room today, he came running up to the glass and put both hands against it - he does this when he wants to be sprayed with water, and surely as always this was what he wanted. I then realised I had no pictures of him, so he had his first experience of a photo shoot today....

Writer's Block...

It's strange how I don't tend to write about my life on this blog, as that is what I intended it to be, but instead I write about the random commentary which are my thoughts...


Right now, I feel I need inspiration .... writer's block is perhaps the most frustrating of all feelings, but it's so hard to find in the confines of indoors. At least it is for a girl who spends most of her life wandering outside in nature, blown away by the complex beauty that lies within. Such beauty doesn't seem to capture me in man-made goods.


So, I suppose as I have no particularly intriguing thoughts, but am still doomed by writer's block, I should write a little about myself.







I live in North England, where I just recently moved from the south. I go to high school. Which I don't like. But next year I will be going to college to do A levels to become a biologist, and I cannot wait! The main talk at school is how everybody is so scared of going to college, but I've been ready for too long now, and I think I'm going to love it.... :)


In a month, I am moving again, to Cheshire. I visited the house yesterday with my dad and my brother, and it is amazing! It's in a small hamlet, at the bottom of a valley, isolated yet entwined in a lovely community. While there I found a badger set just behind our house, saw many rabbits, a fox, and a Buzzard swooped brilliantly close above my head. Buzzards never cease to amaze me! Their graze, splendour, ease and beauty...




I feel restless though. I love moving, and I just want to go. My house at the moment is far too normal, in a normal neighbourhood.... my new house is a unique architectural design - slightly odd and quirky, but fun too...




I'm also restless about this summer. Exuberant, excited, jittery, and restless to leave: I'm going to the Peruvian Amazon, alone, for 3 weeks. I am absolutely, completely over-excited about this venture. The Amazon has been my dream since I first watched a David Attenborough (the king of my idols...) documentary about it when I was about 5. Now I am finally going, and nothing else seems to matter! Apart from the small matter of my GCSE's beforehand....but I try to avoid this thought as much as possible!






The Amazon..... I am still in utter disbelief!







I think I was born to travel. Nothing makes me happier than seeing the world. Experiencing different cultures. Routine bores me, and change makes me feel whole. But I'm not the voice of experience; no where near, so I can only hope that my vibrant energy for travelling isn't diluted as I get older. And I hope with all my heart that my fascination with nature and animals can grow into a voice of experience....


Wow, who knew I would manage to write about myself for that long. It may just be rambling though. I haven't quite mastered the art of a blog about day-to-day life, but maybe a blog about day-to-day thoughts, and the one-off entry about the truly amazing experiences will do. Here's hoping :)





I thought I would leave on some pictures and quotes... this, a fleeting glimpse of me and a beautiful lakeside park in Devon. I never did grow out of swings... feeling like I'm flying is like a taste of longed-for freedom.
And below, childhood was always a freedom to me, so I won't forget it. Mud paint at 15, and I refuse to give up! I generally adore this photo as well - a complete accident, and we still manage to look like evil tyrants!






"Life isn't about finding yourself, it is about creating yourself."





"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you have imagined..."





"When you cease to dream, you cease to live."





"Be the Change you want to see in the world"

Music.

Wandering round iTunes, I found a singer called Brett Dennen, and his song 'All we have'. I think the base to a good song are the depth of the lyrics, and the meaning behind the voice; so by that standard, this song is absolutely amazing!

Here are just a few of the lines that gave me that good-music-vibe....if you know what I mean :)

"It's got us all in competition

For wealth and recognition

Globalization I say's a contradiction"

"So we can rise above the madness"

"There's enough wealth for everyone

But some have the most

And most have some"

"There's enough food for us all to flourish

Tell me why are so many malnourished

You say there's weakness in an empty pocket,

No and I'll tell you there's weakness in an empty heart"

"And if you give it,

I have learned it'll all be returned

If you only give love

If you only just give your love"

If you have time, have a listen to the song, and tell me what you think. I think it captures the strife of this world yet the spark of hope in every one of us for something better amazingly.

Where would we be without music? :)

Double Trouble...

Today I decided to attempt to take some decent pictures of my lovely Chinchillas .... Unfortunately I think Chinchillas may actually be the hardest creatures on Earth to take a good picture of! Please tell me if you know of harder! Out of dozens of pictures, these were the few that came out with a visible Chinnie in - the others are just blurs of grey and white...

The white Chinchilla is Zhambe, the bulky boy, and the grey one his little sister, Mungo. They're both still babies, and they're incredibly entertaining! They always manage to put a smile on my face...

"Love of animals is a universal impulse, a common ground on which all of us may meet. By loving and understanding animals, perhaps we humans shall come to understand each other."

— Dr. Louis J. Camuti

"Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; They are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time."

— Henry Beston, American Author, also known as "The Vagabond of the Dunes" (1888-1968)