A Pretty Chaos

The moth beats its heavy wings,
struggling to the light,
the promise of pretty things,
and deliverance from the night.

The rain frees from clouds,
rippling through the air,
longing to kiss the grounds,
and shimmer in people's hair.

The flower reaches high,
curling beneath the sun,
rich heat-soaked petals cry,
at last, my growth is done.

It's all a pretty chaos,
time and night and day,
a bittersweet song sung to us,
before the final decay.

M.

From... Caitlin Van Horn

Will Scarlet: The Medieval Homeschooler

  My sisters and I have been watching Robin Hood BBC. I remember watching this series live with my family. I was UNBELIEVABLY excited to see the next episode. I wanted to be as strong as Marian and as passionate as Robin. It is without a doubt my favorite television series.

 Side note: the third season never happened. It doesn't exist. Third season? What third season? 

 While I feel deeply connected to this series, I am even MORE connected to Will Scarlet. Because he is without a doubt, a medieval homeschooler. Just look at him. 

His pants are too short for his lanky frame. Only a homeschooler wears a cape like that. I bet you his clothes are a mixture of hand-me-downs and rummage sale finds.

 Everyone looks to the homeschooler for approval. They trust our instincts and morals. They're "homegrown"

Such sass. Will Scarlet the medieval homeschooler tells it like it is. Homeschoolers are strictly no-nonsense. 

 Will spends time honing his talents. On a Friday night, you won't find him at the tavern. He'll be carving like the crafty craftsman he is. 

Such grace. Those ballroom dance lessons really paid off. 

Of course, they hand the baby to the homeschooler. Having thirty-six siblings means we know about such things.

 So, when you're feeling down because no one else remembers all 207 episodes of Little House on The Prairie or understands the excitement of finishing school and already being home, Will Scarlet is there. 

impressions: tragic in love

the melody



"While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.” -   Charles Dickens



Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love. - Shakespeare



"Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of Death's house, for Love is always with you, and Love is stronger than Death." - Sir Simon de Canterville



"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not." - Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves