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Running for Perspective
I love to run, but unless I have a really good soundtrack or running buddy, abhor running on treadmills or tracks because I do not run merely for exercise, I run for perspective. This is why I cannot run on a track only. After a while, I get bored watching the same people play the…
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Non-Writing Writer
I was inspired this morning as I walked to practice piano for an upcoming recital… this would have been great, had I been inspired to practice. Rather, I was inspired to set the opening of Wordsworth’s The Prelude to music. My roommate (bless her) stopped me just in time: “Ryanne, if you write a melody and…
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Knox Knock: Protestant Parents Reform Halloween Door-to-Door Tradition
OCTOBER, 2017: SCOTTSDALE, AZ As families of children and teens work together to plan their annual Halloween festivities, one family is changing up their traditions, or, rather, continuing those began 500 years ago. “We don’t celebrate Halloween,” said Mrs. Geneva Knox, mother of four, as she welcomed reporters into her home, sharing both insights and all…
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Unarmed Battle: Insights on Ephesians 6:10-18
10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this…
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Autumn’s Daughter
I am this season’s child though I am dressed as spring: The burning gold of fall is hid beneath the flow’rs I bring. While storms of thought are whirling, and swirl within my mind, All you see’s the cloudless blue of clear sky in my…
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October
October has arrived and all I want to do is devour the works of Edgar Allen Poe and honey crisp apples. But, alas! Seasons may change, but constant homework and rehearsals never will…
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Weekend Meme
By the time Thursday rolls around, many of us (especially introverts), are more than a little bit in need of caffeine and alone time…
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Music Major Bedtime Prayer
As I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord the souls to keep Of all my peers who practice late… I thank him that I didn’t wait.
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A Sunset Reflection
I took this photo on a sunset run and added the words (surprise! They were not actually fabulous skywriting!) as I was doing some reading later. The exercise, combined with the wisdom of St. Hildegard, were a welcome relief to an emotional day. Sometimes on overcast days like today, we fail to remember the sun.…
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The Eroica 10k
Calling all runners and musicians! Thanks to my music history class, I have of late become obsessed with Beethoven’s Symphony No. 3 in E-Flat Major, Op. 55, better known as the “Eroica Symphony.” “Eroica” means “Heroic” in case you did not figure that out for yourself and this musical adventure is just that: heroic. It…
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The Heiligenstadt Testament
How painful in cruel irony… That you, though sighted, cannot see: Deafness- not pride- is Beethoven’s malady. . This “unlicked bearcub” of a child Was born spirited and wild, Yet yearned to love, kind and mild. . But those called to the highest aims Are ne’er allowed to stay the same: Both blessing and curse shall…
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Three o’Clock in the Morning
Three in the morning, an hour of woe, Breathes heartache and mourning and deepest sorrow. Its minutes are counted with seconds and sighs As in blanket-mound bed fears dance ‘fore sore eyes. The moments just lumber- a funeral dirge- While we, seeking slumber, turn, toss on its verge. The stillness is silence as cold as…
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