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Oh to peek at the development of a human being, the wonder, for there is nothing greater than the realization and growth of new life. How complex the system is, the anatomy of a woman. Blood from the mother flows like a heavy, constant stream, supporting another living thing. The baby has patterns of wakefulness and sleep, it breathes and it has a beating heart, like the rapid beating of a drum. It is a hummingbird, buzzing with energy, with color and personality, but cannot yet be seen. An invisible love, only felt and heard. Like true love often is, the feeling is strong, but the fulfillment is fleeting for you experience an overwhelming joy one minute, and the next, an apprehensive, nervous terror…you cannot bear to think it would cease to exist…
The poor walrus, he is so large! And because of his size, I would venture to say his momentous dimensions are intimidating to most. But he is not intimidating in The Walrus and the Carpenter. The story is a tale within a tale. One of my most favorite stories by Lewis Carroll is Alice in Wonderland. It is in one word enchanting. The Walrus and the Carpenter is just one silly account into the absurd world experienced by Alice. The walrus is a robust and hungry creature and the carpenter…well, I don’t remember the carpenter’s role. In fact, I hardly remember the walrus’ role. What I do remember is the character of the clam, or rather, clams. They are not only adorable, but sweet, and sweet to eat if you were to ask the walrus. But the dainty little clams have a trick up their sleeve. No more will they be taken over by the hungry walrus beast! They plan their attack strategically, and when it comes time to unleash their wrath, the walrus is beaten at his own lethal game. The clams are spared being digested, their lives are saved. Hooray for the clams!
There is nothing children love more than dinosaurs. Young boys, actually, for girls have little interest in big, bony, or dead things. Engaging in the habits of dinosaurs is not suitable to the delicate conduct of ladies. T-Rex is the most popular of course, probably because he kills things. And boys, with their destructive nature, like hearing about things that can kill. It’s quite morbid really, and one has to question why boys take such pleasure in wrapping themselves up with things related to viciousness. It’s no wonder that when these boys grow up, they often partake in brutal contact with one another, whether it be through sports or fights on the playground. Are we breeding fighters? I hope, at least, not killers. My boy will at some point probably want to be a killer T-Rex for Halloween, and I feel I will have no grounds to deny him of that particular costume. What is the fascination?! Will I never understand because I am simply not a male? Men understand, they understand why their boys love dinosaurs, and fighting, and dirt, and bones. I wonder what the odds are that I'll have a girl.
Oh to peek at the development of a human being, the wonder, for there is nothing greater than the realization and growth of new life. How complex the system is, the anatomy of a woman. Blood from the mother flows like a heavy, constant stream, supporting another living thing. The baby has patterns of wakefulness and sleep, it breathes and it has a beating heart, like the rapid beating of a drum. It is a hummingbird, buzzing with energy, with color and personality, but cannot yet be seen. An invisible love, only felt and heard. Like true love often is, the feeling is strong, but the fulfillment is fleeting for you experience an overwhelming joy one minute, and the next, an apprehensive, nervous terror…you cannot bear to think it would cease to exist…
The poor walrus, he is so large! And because of his size, I would venture to say his momentous dimensions are intimidating to most. But he is not intimidating in The Walrus and the Carpenter. The story is a tale within a tale. One of my most favorite stories by Lewis Carroll is Alice in Wonderland. It is in one word enchanting. The Walrus and the Carpenter is just one silly account into the absurd world experienced by Alice. The walrus is a robust and hungry creature and the carpenter…well, I don’t remember the carpenter’s role. In fact, I hardly remember the walrus’ role. What I do remember is the character of the clam, or rather, clams. They are not only adorable, but sweet, and sweet to eat if you were to ask the walrus. But the dainty little clams have a trick up their sleeve. No more will they be taken over by the hungry walrus beast! They plan their attack strategically, and when it comes time to unleash their wrath, the walrus is beaten at his own lethal game. The clams are spared being digested, their lives are saved. Hooray for the clams!
There is nothing children love more than dinosaurs. Young boys, actually, for girls have little interest in big, bony, or dead things. Engaging in the habits of dinosaurs is not suitable to the delicate conduct of ladies. T-Rex is the most popular of course, probably because he kills things. And boys, with their destructive nature, like hearing about things that can kill. It’s quite morbid really, and one has to question why boys take such pleasure in wrapping themselves up with things related to viciousness. It’s no wonder that when these boys grow up, they often partake in brutal contact with one another, whether it be through sports or fights on the playground. Are we breeding fighters? I hope, at least, not killers. My boy will at some point probably want to be a killer T-Rex for Halloween, and I feel I will have no grounds to deny him of that particular costume. What is the fascination?! Will I never understand because I am simply not a male? Men understand, they understand why their boys love dinosaurs, and fighting, and dirt, and bones. I wonder what the odds are that I'll have a girl.
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