24
Jul

Real Life Strong Female Character 

I was sitting on the kitchen floor at a friend’s house party this past weekend, nursing a cold beverage and occasionally chipping in my two cents to the conversation about personal lives or lack thereof. I was bemoaning my status as wallpaper (that is, in the background and generally unnoticed) to those whom I find attractive and the rest of the ladies offered up sympathetic murmuring and slow head nods of the kind usually found in chick flick Bonding Moments. Then I took a long swill of my cold beverage, shrugged, and growled, “Screw ‘em all. I can take care of myself in the woods.”

It was at that moment I realized that I’d truly become a Strong Female Character.

24
Jul

 

I found out today that next month I’ll be given control of one of three workcenters in my office, with a decent amount of people to supervise and the responsibility of tracking and arranging all necessary training for people in my office. Yay for extra responsibility! Not really, but at least it will keep me busy.

Also, in cooler news, I’ll be going with at least two of my coworkers to be part of the Honor Flight greeter contingent welcoming Lucy Coffey to DC when she arrives at Reagan International tomorrow afternoon. At 108 years old, Ms. Coffey is America’s oldest surviving female veteran and part of my heritage as a woman serving in the military. It’ll be my privilege to be part of the group that cheers her arrival.

23
Jul

 

One of my friends tipped me off to a van Gogh exhibit currently showing at the National Gallery of Art, and I think I’ll go on Sunday because it’s been at least a month since I’ve done anything nice for the art/culture part of me. I’ve never seen a genuine van Gogh - only prints - so this will be another great opportunity that I’d be kind of nuts to pass up. There’s also an exhibit of Mary Cassatt’s works being shown at the gallery that I think I’ll look at while I’m there.

I feel like my spirit’s been slowly ripped to shreds over the past month. Stitching it back together is long and tedious work, especially when I can’t exactly put my finger on what’s been damaged until something random happens and I start crying for no apparent reason. But I’m putting it back together, and I have a feeling that looking at beautiful works of art will help in that process.

23
Jul

Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world.

Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone. She is acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor. So great was her sorrow, as the Music unfolded, that her song turned to lamentation long before its end, and the sound of mourning was woven into the themes of the World before it began. But she does not weep for herself; and those who hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope. Her halls are west of West, upon the borders of the world; and she comes seldom to the city of Valimar where all is glad. She goes rather to the halls of Mandos, which are near to her own; and all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom. The windows of her house look outward from the walls of the world.

(Source: witchofthekorcari, via melkorwashere)