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Writer's Block: Conversion Rate

Have you ever considered converting to another religion?

Already have converted. I began feeling gradually more distant from God, and totally detached from the Roman Catholic Church, around seventh grade. As I looked into it more and more, I discovered an unbelievable amount of things from the Christian religion that had been taken from other, previous religions (one example is the large amount of "saints" that had been gods or goddesses in Pagan religions before they were Christianized to convince more people to convert). It got me thinking: if the majority of a religion is built upon "borrowed" beliefs of OTHER religions, how is it a religion in itself? How can it be real? Not only that, but I found that I didn't agree with the Church's teachings - including the Christian god.

I realized that I didn't believe in the Christian ideas of the devil or hell. I didn't believe in an all-powerful, always-correct god who sat on a throne in the sky. I didn't believe that certain people were "chosen" over others. I didn't believe that the people of one religion were always better than people of others, and I found incredibly hypocrisy that the religion stated this at the same time they preached that all men were created equal under God.

For a while, I had no god or religion. I did believe in some kind of higher power, though, I just wasn't sure which. Eventually I realized, through my friend Niamh, that Paganism was the route for me (let me just clarify that the term "Pagan" means a person who is not Christian, Jewish, or Muslim - it is NOT synonymous with "Wiccan," and that is a religion that I am not a part of). The word Pagan also means "worshipper of the land" - perfect for me! I clarify myself as pantheist (believes the earth is a manifestation of god/goddess) and a soft polytheist (believes all gods and goddesses are manifestations of one god/goddess). And since I converted, I haven't looked back ^_^

Writer's Block: Teen Time Machine

If you could be a teenager living in any decade, which one would you choose?

I WOULD say the Middle Ages, but I would be married by now and I REALLY wouldn't want to be a sixteen-year-old bride. Probably the Victorian age, because the life of a sixteen-year-old Victorian girl would suit me well. Lots of studying of the arts, primping, wearing pretty clothes, parading around, riding, and then - the grand finale of the teenage years! - getting presented at court in from of Queen Victoria. I think I'd have a ball (heh, literally)!!

Writer's Block: Get It to Go

What's your favorite thing to order for takeout (or takeaway)?

Chinese. End of story.
No matter what language you speak, you've probably come across words or phrases in another language that sound better than their equivalents in your native tongue. What's your favorite word or phrase in a foreign language?

The French pet en l'air - it means "fart in the air" (ahahahah Niamh: "polonaise means fart in the air!" "No it doesn't, polonaise means POLISH or something!") and even something so uncouth as that sounds brilliant in French. (It's not my favourite saying, just a silly one that comes to my mind :D)

I love French. AND SINDARIN - everything sounds better in that language! For example: nostad lín sui orch means "your smell is like an orc" (hahhahahah). The pronunciation is: no-stahd leen soowee (but spoken as one syllable) orch (and the "ch" is like that in German). Even an insult sounds preeeetty!

Inspiration 6/2/2009: Gratitude

One of the most irritating things to me is when people fail to realize the amount that they are blessed with in life. They focus on the inconveniences faced, dwell on the downfalls, and wallow in their own self-pity. While this bring down oneself and the others around, it also brings down the quality of life that you have the ability to live. The denial of one's blessings becomes a habit; not only does this affect oneself emotionally and spiritually, but the pangs are physically felt. We feel tired, worn, overworked, and under-appreciated. Frustration dominates our emotions - why can't life go my way? Why am I so unfortunate? Why do other people receive the lucky lot in life?

Well, the simple truth is this: we all have the lucky lot, just not everybody can see that. The people who practice gratitude can see the brilliance of living. Do you eat meals daily? Do you have a place to live and sleep? Do you have clothing to keep you warm? You are blessed. Can you see the beauty of spring? Can you feel the embrace of another person? Can you smell a newly-bloomed flower? You are blessed. Does your body run, jump, stretch, rejoice, or simply walk when you ask it to? You are blessed.

A truly gracious person unconsciously begins to show their gratitude to others in small acts of love. Your assignment for the day? Call your mother. Hug your father. Vocally tell your significant other that you love them instead of letting it be assumed. Gratitude does not require an actual "thank you" in words: it shows itself through acts of affection. Gratitude not only is heard, it is felt.

Let your gratitude be felt today.

Inspiration 6/1/2009: Song of the Day

Sometimes you just hear a song that you want to keep listening to over and over. The song becomes redundant on repeat, but you don't notice how irritating it is when the same song plays continuously because you're enjoying it immensely (though that might not be able to be said for your family members). You allow your mind to wander and you daydream up fanciful situations to match the merry music that currently captivates you so. You suddenly realize the power of music.

Whether the song that's playing contains lyrics or only a myriad of instruments, music has the ability to steal us away from the mundane, everyday world. We are transported to somewhere wonderful - or even somewhere dreary and sad - as soon as the notes begin to play. Sometimes, even if the song makes us depressed, we find we can't stop listening. This is because it has captured the soul. Just like the magic of literature, we allow music to latch on to our emotions; before we know what has happened, it is stuck and refusing to let go; as soon as the graceful piano begins, or that ethereal voice starts to sing, we are struck with a feeling that is synonymous with the music playing. The song does not necessarily inspire this. In my opinion, song and emotion are one and the same - it is impossible to have one without the other.

On June 1, 2009, I've been captured by a song which might be familiar to some. It brings to my mind a beautiful Irish countryside, with a rowdy party going on inside a neighbor's barn. I see myself clapping to the beat, stamping my feet, wishing that I could dance along.. waiting to be swept into the chaos of the makeshift dance floor, laughing with my head thrown back once I am swept away as I find I have no clue what I'm doing!

Tonight, let yourself be swept away, too; allow yourself to laugh and smile and tap your fingers on the keyboard. Know that one day, you will be on that dance floor.. And even if you don't know all of the steps, you will belong.


This is a famous song by Ronan Hardiman called "Lord of the Dance," though it has been appropriately renamed "Song Contest of the Birds." A perfect song for spring.
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And if you don't mind, I'd love it if I could get some comments on these entries now and in the future.. The feedback will let me know if others are enjoying the inspiration as much as I(:

Writer's Block: Licensed to Drive

Should we just be handing over the car keys when kids turn 16? Why or why not?

NO WAY. OH MY GOD. And I'm sixteen and I don't think this! I'm perfectly fine with not driving right away. I think a LOT - and I mean the majority - of teenagers are much too immature, selfish, and air-headed to be driving. Driving at eighteen instead of sixteen would probably eliminate a multitude of accidents that were caused from teenagers getting sidetracked and not paying attention to the road and to the safety of others when driving.

Let's just face it - teenagers are irresponsible! Except for me, of course ^_^

Writer's Block: Wardrobe Malfunction

Broken zippers, split seams, straps that come untied at the most embarrassing moment possible—what's your most memorable experience with an unexpected wardrobe malfunction?

I ripped about eight inches of my jeans from my butt to mid-thigh on a three-foot fence ^_^ Then I had to ride home on my bike!!

Writer's Block: LiveJournal Book Club

Out of all of your favorite books, pick just one you'd recommend everyone read. As a bonus: why did you pick that one?

I swear, if anyone answers "Twilight" to this question, I will strangle them each personally.