10 Things That Could Crescendo Forever

It’s the simple things that keep this life pleasant – like a musical crescendo to satisfaction. If these things were looped to crescendo forever, I’d have zero complaints.

Screen Shot 2017-09-08 at 3.58.08 PM.png1. Hearing a song I used to love and completely forgot about. Recently: “Fernando,” by ABBA. I then fell down a rabbit hole which revealed that Benny Andersson is still putting out music! If all my favorite artists could just suddenly resurrect ten years from now, I’d be okay with it. “If I had to do the same again, I would, my friend.”

2. The sound of a baseball smacking a bat. Not the other way around, and whether it’s destined to be a home run or not. Yes, there’s a degree of nostalgia, probably, but still.

3. Seeing someone walking alone randomly smile at their phone. I’ve done this while alone in public, and there’s something about that feeling of being unable to hold in that smile because I don’t want to look like a loony. Pure pleasure. I’d wish that particular smile on anybody.

4. Wildflowers across the fields of Texas when spring arrives. Likewise, the first really wintery day of the year. Just bring me some very grassy daisies and buy me a new coat, and I’ll love you forever.

5. Hearing that my friends landed a desirable gig. Even better: hearing that my favesies band from another state landed a desirable gig in my town and I finally get to see them play live. AND they’re sharing a bill with more friends of mine. To make this paragraph even longer: finding new music, stumbling across a new band, and then finding out that they’re going to be in my town later that month, is the best in the world. Totes meant to be.

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6. Getting to visit little-known vinyl/book stores. Maybe it’s the things I’ve filled my newsfeeds with… but hearing about such great, semi-invisible indie book and music stores and then finally getting to visit them in real life is the literal best.

7. Late-night showings at off-the-beaten-path movie theaters. It’s like I get the whooooole couch AND the remote to myself. Even better if I’m lucky enough to score a long-distance movie buddy and our cities are showing the same thing at the same time. Group text has never been more fun.

8. Turning a corner and being faced with something I didn’t realize I was going to get to see that day. Like stepping into a new room at a museum and being smacked in the face with a work by my favesies artist. Or, waking up in a new city and realizing that you’re literally across the street from the best music school in America. And then, being unable to move.

9. Coming home to a clean house after a trip. Even if I have to stay up late the night before a flight, cleaning my house so I can come back to a clean space is one-hundred-percent worth it.

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10. Eating dessert out of a stemmed wine glass. Here’s my life hack gift to you: Bake something that’s yummy when it’s warm (brownies, cupcakes, muffins, cookies, basically everything (realized that after I opened that parenthetical comment)). Scoop a few forkfuls of your warm yummy into a wine glass, or champagne flute, if you’re real fancy. Scoop some ice cream on top of that. If you’re so inclined, pour a little wine over your fruity yummy, or a little Scotch over your chocolate yummy. It’s basically like getting away with ALL the things… and SO yummy.

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09.06.17

And on Wednesdays with dates containing strobogrammatic numbers, we write.

While out with a friend of mine this past holiday, the topic of blogging came up within conversation. Though our shared brunch proved to be a worthy distraction, I came to a realization that is about to change one of my oldest defining characteristics as a person. Some years ago, I began blogging for several reasons, some reasons a mere variation of others… Today marks the first day that I choose to say that I blog for very different reasons than the ones that originally set me down this path.

Perhaps the most cliché blogging excuse is my oldest one (naturally). As a one-and-twenty female who had been through more than her share of learning experiences, I felt driven to see if journaling was as therapeutic as therapists say. It’s my fear and anticipation of disruption and confrontation that keeps me from being the strong communicator that I once was; when I first began to write, I basked in the idea of being able to spit anonymously, having control over who could be affected by the things that I thought. Waverly At Dawn has since become a little less anonymous (don’t worry, entries have been changed to protect the innocent), but I’m not so desperate to “spit” as often.

As a self-proclaimed non-writer, I also wondered if I could actually write. While in grade school, I discovered quite the disdain for creative writing assignments – not because I didn’t want to write, but because I could never figure out what to write about. In another sense, as a musician with some extremely talented songwriters as role models, I have zero confidence in my lyricism, and for the same reason. I not only never know what to write about, but I also have the worst of times trying to put any thought into the right combination of words (unless there’s rules, like the fun ones that helped me write Repeat.). I’ve since learned that this is something that exactly 100% of the other writers in this world struggle with, at least once. So much for THAT excuse.

While running around as a newly active member within the arts community in the city in which I was living, I began to recognize the impact that a good write-up can have on an artist’s renown and potential opportunities. I am an INTJ with a personality profile of a “Companion,” and I am most fulfilled when I find myself in a position to help somebody else reach their goals. This passion was almost immediately manifested into my sister blog, a bookish blog that I use to help authors market their writing (ironically enough). I am also currently working on my inaugural music review entry for my new arts review blog – stay tuned for that one. If I haven’t been one for opinionating, I’ve been forced to move closer to it.

All this to say, I no longer can honestly state, “I can’t write, I’m no good with words,” like I’m so used to saying. Writing is therapeutic, and writer’s block is a real thing. But, I can write. I know some great words, and I like to use them. I am a writer.

A mere personal challenge born from a desire to change a state of being is all it takes to inspire kinetic movement.

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Repeat.

Repeat.
Closing in,
you overcome,
ushering in your storm.
Thunder,

sometimes
I think back
on our midnight
broods, looking for metered
feeling

to prove
synchronized,
when my own rough
existence hinted at
no storm’s

eye near.
Promises
of denouement
laugh at my outcry, as
never

a still
to be had…
My own trouble
is this, riparian,
alone,

hidden
in confines,
not to be blamed.
You are my petrichor;
I breathe

in you
and your peace –
panacea,
just for a time, until
Repeat.

8 Things To Do On Eclipse Day

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  1. Begin your morning with eclipse sweeties, and drink your coffee from a mug depicting a near-eclipse.
  2. Wear tennis shoes, in case the eclipse turns out to be an alien attack, and the Doctor urges you to RUN.
  3. Ponder the word, “eclipse,” so as to perhaps discover your inner poet by suddenly penning an eclectic eclogue about eclairs.
  4. De-stress by giving into your perpetuating earworm by ending every sentence with, “… total eclipse of the heart.”
  5. Wonder if poking a hole into a piece of cardboard to see the effect on shadow during an eclipse actually works total eclipse of the heart.
  6. Catch yourself fifty times before mentally concurring that “eclipticals” are for leg workouts, and THEN learn that “ecliptical” is actually a real word. Well, a real Urban Dictionary word.
  7. Appreciate the precision that is the Creation of our universe to not lurch idly about, spurring reality of your favorite dystopian sci-fi which may or may not include multiple angry and lingering eclipses.
  8. Go out and enjoy the eclipse, for it shan’t happen all too often, though the rain, it raineth every day.

 

Quill and Quire and Quentin

While stumbling onto The Daily Posts’s Quill for today, I was reminded of learning a new word a few weeks ago. Being a book review blogger interested in supporting authors in doing what they love to do, I found myself researching a particular author one afternoon in order to best represent her work as a product of her character. My search led me to Quill and Quire, a Canadian book review magazine, where I spent a few moments digging. I eventually navigated through other “About”-related pages until I found the FAQs, where Quill and Quire stewardly explained what a “quire” was:
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74076e18d348378247b7da29244ea0c26e21d9ac (1)Normally, I’ll have a second thought about a new word anytime I hear one. When it comes to proper-ish nouns, though, I’m not as inclined to wonder about what a strange word might mean. It’s easy to go nuts trying to come up with the most unique name for a band, club, book, brand, pet, etc., and most of the time, I’ll resort to the thought that somebody was just trying to be different… While I’m sure that the person tasked with naming Quill and Quire was certainly going for a unique name, I didn’t immediately wonder what “quire” could mean.

I’m glad to have been prompted to learn about “quire,” though, as it’s certainly struck my bookish fancy. Feels very Harry-Potter-ish. While looking for images of quires like the one above, I’ve just now learned that a quire can also refer to a “choir” of music.

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Church Quire.

Preaching to the quire.

That just doesn’t even look the same. Although, if Quentin Quire was on the church quire, perhaps even singing from a quire, maybe I’d understand a little better.