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Today, however, an older and wiser Canadian woman sees herself as a sobered creature of the universe, having triumphed over her more-than-fair share of painful experiences, rather than belonging to any one culture. From an early age, Wettengl recognized in herself a love for words and how they could be used to portray images and express ideas.
It was not until about the year , however, when she was no longer too busy raising children singlehandedly, making ends meet, and fixing things around her to be beautiful, that she found the time to write poetry and short stories from her home in North Vancouver, British Columbia, where she has resided for the last twenty-three years. Would you like to tell us about a lower price? If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support?
Learn more about Amazon Prime. Read more Read less. About the Author Norma Wettengl was born in Jamaica, where for the next twenty-four years before her departure to Canada, her identity was indelibly marked by a West Indian influence. RoseDog Books October 29, Language: Be the first to review this item Would you like to tell us about a lower price? Related Video Shorts 0 Upload your video. Try the Kindle edition and experience these great reading features: Customer reviews There are no customer reviews yet.
Share your thoughts with other customers. A gust takes it up and over me. To choose to enjoy the sizzle of sausage over the bonfire, snuggling with my sleeping three year old in my lawn chair. The moon-tinged sky and flicker and woody smell dancing about me. The fire pops and a frog peeps from outside the ring of light. That old fossil, those old bones, walk again, and sing and dance and speak with a new tongue. The old stories bridge the centuries. Please grab a mug of steaming coffee or pour yourself a cup of tea, and get comfortable. I will post headings so that if you only have a few moments, you can scroll right to what interests you.
Check out previous editions if you are interested in catching up round here. He loves plain, farm fare. My seedlings are actually doing well.
Just need to weed a bit more and transplant them out doors. I probably need some wood chips to help me keep the weeds down.
The anticipation will be worth it. She also has read about Ulysses Grant and Robert E. We will be getting into the World Wars in the autumn. We have quite a few loose ends to tie up before we break for the summer. I especially have been enjoying her essays on the Creative Process. Her photographs and collections of illustrations are beautiful.
However, all of life is a tension and a dance, right? I have a huge stack of books that are essays about writing, writing fantasy, and writing for children, as well as nature lore and travelogue memoir types. Is anyone tuning into the Royal wedding today? I might peek onto social media, but for the most part, hope to read, grab a coffee with a friend, and garden with my daughter.
By its very nature, art can never be objective. And this, of course, is what we must do — in realism or in fantasy — if we hope to create anything of durable value. We have always needed good art to sustain us, to strengthen us, even to console us for being born human. Where better can we learn to see through the eyes of others, to gain compassion, to try to make sense of the world outside ourselves and the world within ourselves? I do believe my faith is objective truth, but I think I understand what Alexander is saying here, in that life can be seen so differently through the lens of art, because of the creators behind it.
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May you feel loads of love this weekend! I invite you all to listen to this inspiring and beautiful podcast:. Who am I to split The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed Of the river above me upside down very clear What am I doing here in mid-air? What inspires and moves you? What makes you feel most alive? For me, I find inspiration in all of life, in the little details of the salad my daughter and I are tossing, or even in the way the light shines on our book shelves. I find beauty in my faith, in nature, and mostly, dear literature.
What helps us start over? My seedlings are actually doing well. These little things swell inside my heart as small reflections, teeny gifts, combating the darkness of this world, and reminding me of my true home, the piece of the puzzle that is missing. This is insanity I thought—all this calm and quiet. This was a beautifully written inspirational historic romance. Children, after all, are a part of this world, and however little we and they like some aspects of it, it will not help to draw the veil over the unpleasant things.
My favorite fiction being fairy tales and fantasy. Something about these stories, echoes the faith I have that this world is not my real home. There is something waiting that is better and perfect. Tolkien and his buddy, Mr. It has mainly been cultivated in my young adult and not-so-young adult years. What may seem like a waste of time and an odd choice for an adult to be reading, has, in reality, been water to the parched soil of my imagination.
Recently, I pulled off the shelf one of my most favorite books on family culture and home education, Bequest of Wings: This book was published in , but I find much of it strangely relevant for my life today. While Duff and I differ in our beliefs, I can pull out so many gems of glorious beauty. In Chapter Fourteen, Mrs. Duff lays out a defense for fairy tales, and I found it fascinating. Children do not as a rule make this mistake; they are not so rigidly habituated to the distinctions that grown-ups make between what is probable and possible and what is inconceivable and contrary to reason.
They still possess the faculty of imagination that makes room for miracles, perhaps because the marvelous novelty of the world and of living has not yet worn off. The trouble with grown-ups is that they take things too seriously. Where children read fairy tales-and they do read them-just for fun, grown-ups often tend to theorize about ethical, social and cultural values until all the juice is squeezed out. I just love that last line. I can untangle just a small fraction of the ugliness of reality in this world and partake of beauty not of this world. It makes sense to some inner sensibility in me as a part of the wonderful creation of God.
It is not a particularly healthy thing for children to read about killing. Killing is not a healthy business.
Children, after all, are a part of this world, and however little we and they like some aspects of it, it will not help to draw the veil over the unpleasant things. I know that with my own daughter there is no danger of developing a calloused point of view. Accepting a situation that you cannot do anything about for the moment is quite a different thing from absolving yourself of responsibility for the future, and it is possible that the knowledge that men from time immemorial have killed each other may be the basis of a practical method of discovering how to stop it.
My impression is that people in fairy tales behave pretty much as people do in real life.
Some live by high principles, some are given over to evil ways; some are kindly in disposition, others practice meanness and persecution. Some go adventuring, some stay at home…And in fairy tales each type, with the action that represents it, is brought to life objectively, emphatically and consistently.
They simple recognize the fact that it occurs. Duff goes on to talk about how the characters presented in fairy tales often give her daughter something to draw on, saying so-and-so is like a certain character, for good or for evil. This helps us to turn from that which we dislike and see as wrong and turn toward the good, beautiful, and true.
A Hodgepodge of Reflections: Fictional Short Stories with an Academic Slant dwells on the interplay between the life circumstances of its characters in time and. Fictional Short Stories With an Academic Slant Norma Wettengl. PGEPODq^ REFLECTIONS: Fictional Short Stories with an Academic Slant Norma Wettengl A.
Not all fairy tales and fantasy are created equal, as I touched on earlier, especially, unfortunately, the modern genre. However, even in the classics, my children and I have found stories that were too grim for us. Some of it might find its origins in myth and folktale that is contrary to our faith.
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