Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler...Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
True Love
Lately I have been bored. I live for the moment when I can go to sleep. Sleep is nice. When I am awake I am only bored all day long. Even when I am working I am bored. Although, I am working right now at Target as a cashier, and there have been some very nice people going through my lines. I like to imagine who they are, and what there story is. Often it is families that are shopping together. A husband and wife + kids. The couples are so cute. Which leads me to my latest obsession. Weddings. I found this great website http://www.oncewed.com. There are so many beautiful pictures of people's weddings on there, and I love looking at them. The pictures are so foreign to me, like the pictures in a child's storybook. I have never been in love, and I do not know what romantic love is really. It is an idea that I am aware of in my brain, but the rest of me knows nothing about it. It seems so far away and unattainable. That doesn't stop my looking or hoping. Romantic love is beautiful, and my heart is quite sure of it.
I love beautiful things, and I love looking at them. John Keats puts it better than I ever could.
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness." That is why I love the blogs I follow. They are full of everyday beauty, and that is not boring. When I was a child my family would often take Sunday drives, and I would love to try and catch a glimpse of the inside of people's houses as we passed by. I have always been curious about the way other people decorate their lives. I don't think that I am alone in that. If I had a camera that worked properly I would take pictures of my life for people like me who are curious. Then perhaps I would not feel so alone. Besides, I have traveled to some beautiful places, and beauty needs to be shared.
I love beautiful things, and I love looking at them. John Keats puts it better than I ever could.
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness." That is why I love the blogs I follow. They are full of everyday beauty, and that is not boring. When I was a child my family would often take Sunday drives, and I would love to try and catch a glimpse of the inside of people's houses as we passed by. I have always been curious about the way other people decorate their lives. I don't think that I am alone in that. If I had a camera that worked properly I would take pictures of my life for people like me who are curious. Then perhaps I would not feel so alone. Besides, I have traveled to some beautiful places, and beauty needs to be shared.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Lake flies Pt. 2
I am quite happy to report that the existence of Lake flies is a sign that the Lake is healthy. When a lake is polluted, Lake fly eggs die. The lake flies ultimate purpose in life is to be food for many fish that live in our lakes. So they do have a very good purpose. I am less annoyed with them now that I know their lives are sacrificial in nature. Long live the Lake fly!
Lake Flies
Sometimes I wonder why certain things in God's Creation are actually in existence. Why? Well, it's lake fly season in Wisconsin and they are all over everything. For weeks the eggs lie dormant in the lake, and then in Spring they hatch and fly around for a few weeks, then they die. Just as quickly as they come they leave. Such a brief life. For what? I think I just might have to Google this. Constantly in search of the truth, I can't let something like this go. No matter how seemingly insignificant,because, as a matter of fact, I actually don't believe that anything IS insignificant. Another post on my findings will follow.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Possibilities
Endless, timeless; the ideas rushing through my head.
Possibilities like a fragrance, here then gone again
Leaving behind a lingering sweetness.
Such is my life at the moment. I feel myself so full of possibilities, and just brimming with ideas, but none of them ever going anywhere. Instead, I am left with the reality of things undone, and hopeful yearning. The key is the hope I suppose. Never losing sight of the hope is what keeps me sane. Writing is something I have loved since I was a little girl, but I never kept a diary. Why is that? Lethargy. A "disease" I've had for as long as I can remember.
leth·ar·gy: the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity.
That word sums up my life. Why am I this way? I don't know, or rather, I don't want to know.
Mind active, body inactive. Where do the two meet. Sometimes I feel as if they are two totally separate entities; my mind and my body. How often I have longed for the day when the two will finally work as one, the day when lethargy will seem but a dream. Passion, the "white stag" I have hunted for years finally seems possible to catch. In a lot of ways this blog is healing, allowing me to put down my thoughts, but not chastising me when I don't.
Possibilities like a fragrance, here then gone again
Leaving behind a lingering sweetness.
Such is my life at the moment. I feel myself so full of possibilities, and just brimming with ideas, but none of them ever going anywhere. Instead, I am left with the reality of things undone, and hopeful yearning. The key is the hope I suppose. Never losing sight of the hope is what keeps me sane. Writing is something I have loved since I was a little girl, but I never kept a diary. Why is that? Lethargy. A "disease" I've had for as long as I can remember.
leth·ar·gy: the quality or state of being drowsy and dull, listless and unenergetic, or indifferent and lazy; apathetic or sluggish inactivity.
That word sums up my life. Why am I this way? I don't know, or rather, I don't want to know.
Mind active, body inactive. Where do the two meet. Sometimes I feel as if they are two totally separate entities; my mind and my body. How often I have longed for the day when the two will finally work as one, the day when lethargy will seem but a dream. Passion, the "white stag" I have hunted for years finally seems possible to catch. In a lot of ways this blog is healing, allowing me to put down my thoughts, but not chastising me when I don't.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Stolz und Moeglich
I was impacted today by a great message I watched online. I will let it speak for itself.
Check it out at: http://www.zwaenzger.ch. Awesome!
Check it out at: http://www.zwaenzger.ch. Awesome!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Here and Now
Life is a puzzling thing at times. Gray days, and frozen lakes have been getting me down. It always surprises me how much the weather affects my moods. There are plenty of things for me to do, but I don't seem to have the will power to do them. I will have to dig deep to muster the courage to keep going. Not that I would cease to exist, but sometimes I feel like I am only a shadow of myself. Sometimes I feel as though I will simply float away, or become a statue. These conflicting emotions keep me occupied enough not to go completely insane. I read alot, and find great comfort in books; both fiction and non. Perhaps I find it easier to live in a book, than I do in reality.
On a slightly humorous note, I went to get my hair trimmed on Monday, and met with disaster. I was angry for quite awhile. I loved my other hair cut, I just wanted to get rid of the split ends. Perhaps I am too attached to my hair, to the point of vanity. I haven't always liked my hair, but I do now. So my pride was wounded. Plus, my former haircut was done in Switzerland by a friend, and I wished to keep it as a memento to brighter times. Now I will have to go get it fixed. Wish me luck.
On a slightly humorous note, I went to get my hair trimmed on Monday, and met with disaster. I was angry for quite awhile. I loved my other hair cut, I just wanted to get rid of the split ends. Perhaps I am too attached to my hair, to the point of vanity. I haven't always liked my hair, but I do now. So my pride was wounded. Plus, my former haircut was done in Switzerland by a friend, and I wished to keep it as a memento to brighter times. Now I will have to go get it fixed. Wish me luck.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Another Day
So, I survive to live another day. Not much to say except that I am looking forward to not being at home this weekend. Hanging out with an old friend and dancing. Good combination. The opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics in Toronto is tonight. Should be fun. I am torn between rooting for the U.S., and rooting for Swizerland. Usually I just end up watching all of the performances, and enjoying them all. Going to go get "Sophie Scholl" from the library. I put it on hold, and it recently came in. I have been told it is an interesting movie. It supposedly packs a punch. It is also in German, which makes it even more of a must-see for me.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
My life in words
In case you are wondering why the title of my blog is Becka and the "Frozen Chosen," I will clue you in. I live in Wisconsin. Wisconsin is cold, and the whole of it pretty much freezes over during the winter season. Including the lakes. So the lucky people of Wisconsin got the nickname the "Frozen Chosen." Simple as that. Two weeks ago I returned to my hometown after spending one glorious year in Switzerland. Yeah, wack-a-lacky. SO different! Can't seem to get adjusted. That is just the nature of time it seems, the longer I live the more I change. Not a bad thing really, as it makes for interesting living. Rabbit trail... Amos Lee's music is terrific in a sad, soulful sort of way. That is my life right now, sad and soulful. I'm going to throw in a plug for the up and coming band Fleet Foxes. They do music in a refreshingly unique way. :) Definitely worth a listen.
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