Those were the stories...

Bask in this glorious and hopeful message...

"Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. 

Frodo: What are we fighting for, Sam?"

Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."

I just...I can't describe my love for The Lord of the Rings. There's so much. Really...just, ah...

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R. 

Don't come easy...

Well, at least I can still eat chocolate and enjoy music.

Also, I have an interview at Barnes and Noble tomorrow!!!

I am beyond ecstatic! An interview at one my favorite shops?! Blessings!

I mean, I may not get it, but still, it's nice to see some results.

 {Victory, victory, through Him who redeemed us...}

Okay, have a good one!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R. 

The boy who lived...

On this night 31 years ago, Lily and James Potter were murdered by Lord Voldemort.

Their son, Harry Potter, survived the killing curse.

To Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

Oh, and it was Halloween! Yay!

I like Halloween! I dressed up as Indiana Jones! (Pictures coming soon, because I know you all care!)

Okay, love and chocolate!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.      

I adore it...

I am drowning myself in Harry Potter. 

And it is beyond lovely. 

I finally got myself sorted on Pottermore.

 I'm a Hufflepuff. I wanted to be a Slytherin, mostly because I love Snape and I feel they're misunderstood. 

But now that I've become a badger, I realize that there is no way I could be anything but a Hufflepuff.

I'm not ambitious or cunning, I'm not brave, and I'm not witty and clever. 

Not as much as I am loyal anyways.

The thing about Hufflepuffs is that, while they may be seen as quiet and/or dorky, they're actually quite strong. They don't go boasting about it.

They really are like badgers. They seem quiet and go around doing their own thing, but if you mess with them, they will mess back!

So, I like to think I'm kinda ferocious like a badger sometimes.

Even so, I wouldn't mind being a Slytherin, just saying. 

Regardless, yeah, so Harry Potter. I was reading the end of the fourth book today and started balling my eyes out when Voldemort and Harry are dueling in the graveyard. When the shadows of the people killed started coming out of Voldy's wand. 

What's especially amazing to me is that the feeling I feel toward all the characters, whether it's anger or disgust or love or sorrow or happiness or hilarity...the feelings are all so real.

So, it gets me to thinking that, it doesn't matter if they're "real" or not. I grew up with them. I learned with them, I laughed with them, I lost with them.

And every ounce of magic those books contain are still in my fingertips as I turn the pages. 

That's why I absolutely adore the line Albus Dumbledore says in the seventh book to Harry.

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"

To me, it was J.K. Rowling speaking to every single one of her readers, who'd followed this adventure through to the end. 

"Of course it is happening inside your head, Reader, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" 

 Why indeed?

Perhaps I'm too overly sentimental, but I'm not going to apologize for it. 

I love to love.

Hahaha, okay, I think my Harry Potter rant time is over, for now anyway.

So, go on my lovelies! Love life, love love, love God, and serve Him.

There's a Hogwarts of our own waiting for us!

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

 

An explanation...

So, there are some lovelies who, due to circumstances totally inside their control and due to their desire to become the best the can be, had to and wanted to go off into the great wide world of college. 

Some went, or will be going up north to various parts of the country. 

Some moved just south east of me to a great university, and some to just the taddest bit of tad north to another university. 

I will, contrary to popular belief (mostly my own), be joining them in a few months time to start an adventure of my own, up north, in Idaho.

Regardless, this blog is my way of staying connected, and a way of describing my own adventures and thoughts about, well, anything that suits my fancy really. 

The title of this blog is a quote from one of my favorite books of all time. Note the careful use of the word one in that previous sentence. It is absolutely, without a doubt, impossible for me to choose a favorite book...but there are some that mean just a bit more to me in some ways than in others. I shall delve deeper into the realm of books and favorites and favorite books at another time (many other times, I'm sure.)

Anyways, the quote is from the book Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. It's a delightful and incredible book, for many reasons, some of which I cannot explain in words because they are close to my heart and soul, and often, elements of the soul are not easily expressed in words.

The web address to this bog is "That is a grand sunrise..." The whole working of the sunrise and the sunset are deeply spiritual and special to me...a dear friend of mine, and the gospel made it so. I will try to explain that sometime in another blog post...but, it is likely that words will not do it justice. 

So, there's the first post. Please, comment, ask questions, etc...I'm here for you!

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.