I had forgotten...

There are moments, like when a handsome boy tells you you're cute, that make you go all sorts of giddy inside. And it's not necessarily that you like said boy, but you've just been hoping and wishing someone would say that to you because it hasn't happened in a while. And you felt a little bit starved and needy.

Yeah, giddy indeed.

Regardless.

I found a magical place. It's sort of a home away from home away from home. 

Trees that sway in the breeze...

Neverland.

Indubitably.

I love that word. Indubitably. 

I'm realizing more and more that people don't really care. I don't mean that in a bad way. It's a good thing actually. We're all fighting a battle. 

Don't kill any mockingbirds. 

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

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. 

And...

Furious

and,

anxious

and,

so, like, confusedddddd!

But guess what? I watched an old science fiction movie with my dad last night. I was not expecting it to freak me out, but oh, it did...

Also, Slenderman...freaky! Still, gives me a good idea, but more on that never.

There's this weird anime I watch called Sgt. Frog. It's the weirdest thing, but I find it really entertaining and I love it.  I don't recommend it to you, unless you really like anime and silly cartoons.

I need to go dance. Do you ever need to go dance? I need to go dance.

You need to go dance.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

P.S. I'm moving out (finally!) in about a month. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

Oh, goodness...

In my 3 am delirium, I have this compulsion to write down whatever strange or random thought is in my head. Most of the time it's dialogue  from a dream, or something from that strange and wonderful moment between sleep and awake. 


As I was getting ready for bed, I recalled a moment last night (this morning) when I had typed something into a message on my phone and saved it in my drafts. 

I then brought up said message, and was shocked and amused to see this:

{"an entire flight of solitary moving targets...Mr. Throw stick across the entire length of classroom...?"}

...Your guess is as good as mine.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

Wilson!!!

{You know me like medicine companies know the flavor of fruit.

Which is to say, not at all.}

{But, you still do your job...so I suppose that makes up for it.}

{And I guess it's not your fault.}

Say hello to the week of Thanksgiving! It's weird that it's so soon...I feel like it should still be ages away.

But,

I'm thankful for monkey's and apple cider.

For blue jeans and grass.

For knowing looks and the orange glow of street lamps on wet sidewalks.

For my Savoir who's kind enough to keep reminding me, because I forget.

Way. Too. Often.

(Should that be 'to'?)

For my God who answers my prayers in ways I expect and ways I don't.

For mummy's and archeologists.

For Lemony Snicket and J.K. Rowling.

For C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.

For faux leather boots and the word "fluffly" (which, technically isn't a real word, but whatever, right?).

For pears and pickles and parachutes.

For you.

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

 

Photographs n' things...

That's me in a tree...

 

 

 

This is the temple I will be getting married in someday.

 

 

 This is me getting ready for marching band last year...*sigh* Some days I want nothing more than to be back in uniform, playing my heart out.

 

 

 

 This is a photograph I took sometime a while ago. This hill of rocks was quite tiny, but it looks big, huh? Forced perspective friends, forced perspective.

 

 

{And the dingo said to the baby, "I'm not going to eat you."}

With utmost sincerity, 

Kaitlin R.

Life gave me...

A sweet-heart I know showed me this song and I wish to share it with you because it's absolutely wonderful!

Just listen, and love.

It's just so bright and adorable!

Also, watching Voldemort fall in love is pretty entertaining. Especially when he has a nose as he's doing it.

"Today was a good day, she thought, watching the stars turn slowly in the sky. Just another reminder that we make our days. We make them good or bad, or just plain boring. She turned her eyes to the future and gave it a small satisfied smile. I know you're not always gonna' be full of good days, she thought, but at least I know the good will outweigh the bad. Then she knocked on wood so as not to jinx it."

I think this is pretty great...

Okay, have a good one!

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

She sat there...

"She sat there, trying her best not to let the tears slip down here face.

Why are you crying? She thought angrily. Nothing's wrong. 

But there were people to be missed, things to fail at,  hurts that went deep, hearts that broke.

Ah, well, she said to herself, at least there's always tomorrow."

Indeed.

nujm o,vrfdeujm j

That's what happens when I smash my face into the keyboard.

This font reminds me of a typewriter. I really want a good, old fashioned type writer.


Look up hymn 72. I love it.


Sing like someone's listening, but you don't care what they think. Dance like everyone's watching, but you don't care what they think. Love like you been hurt before, but you're not going to let those hurts stop you.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

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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.