Subtle Captivation, Week Seven; Change

2/5/13 Change

Change. That’s the topic of this month. The thought behind this is that I would be going through some change, adjusting to life in Utah, and that the seasons would be changing as well. There’s still snow outside, but that’s part of the change. It’s melting, and the sun is shining through the branches of the trees, slowly warming up the world.

2/6/13 Change

I’ve been trying to get integrated into the ward and the stake, meet people. But I’m so scared that I’m going to scare them off. I don’t feel like I can be myself and as open and fun loving as I am. It’s weird.

2/7/13 Change

Today was warm, and I could smell summer in the air. I feel as if it has been winter for a hundred years, like in Narnia, and the world is finally waking up.

2/8/13 Change

Speaking of change, the world is bipolar. Yesterday the sun was shining and grass was poking through, and today the sky si full of dark grey clouds dumping snow on us by the gallon full. Yay.

2/9/13 Change

I really want to write something. Not this kind of something, a book or story kind of something. But my idea was shot down as impractical and fairy tale like. That’s what I want though! I want a fairy tale ish book, a happily ever after. What I would really like to do is write it in a more “romantic” era. But I don’t have the knowledge to do that, which means a bit of work and research. And then again, I wouldn’t WANT to portray the past eras as dirty and unhygienic (which in reality, they were). I’d want to portray the rolling hills and green scenery, the towering trees and fresh air and clear blue skies and sunshine. I want to write about writing letters instead of texting or emailing, wearing long pretty dresses, reading from a large library. I want to write about something completely impractical while still staying practical. Is that too much to ask? I made a list of what I want to write about, or rather, what I associate with the time I would like to write about (it’s not a complete list).

A castle

A farm

A beautiful girl

Long flowing dresses

And horses galloping through fields

Trees blossoming with flowers

And fancy dirt roads

Books bound with leather

And barefoot toes snuggling green grass

The smell of fresh flowers

And sunshine

And clean air

Strong old men

Women and children

Dogs frolicking and barking

A handsome prince

Birds singing in the tress

A forest tall, wide, and dense

Baths in a trough

And little cottages with gardens out front

Carriages and wagons

Smocks covered in dirt and soot

Small hand sewn dolls

And rough wooden fences

Candles light the night

And fires provide warmth

Thick homemade bread

And cheese

And milk