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Monday, August 7, 2017

blog post ~ I Finally Finished My Own Challenge ~ LbtS ~ 9.2

I Finally Finished My Own Challenge
by LadybytheSea 


Dear, Naomi Lea and Acacia Faye,
I do hate myself. 
It's an ungodly level of self-loathing, and is most definitely unhealthy, unspiritual, and as far from God's truth as it could be, and it is in this ungodly place I've been living in since elementary school. Don't get me wrong, I have moments where I love who I am and agree with God's truth of who I am, but hating is so much easier than loving. Which is why I picked this prompt in the first place. I wanted it to be a challenge and to force myself to see what's to love about myself without dragging it into the dark. It just took me longer and took more work than I thought it would to see the light, and stay in it. So, what are three things I love about myself?
  • I love my curiosity. When I was starting to  write "An Rogha" I dived in head first into the lore of the selkie and their meanings and their time in human history. I thought about what kind of characters I would need to create and what their names should mean and their origin. I've read so much about them but it still doesn't feel like enough. I want to dive deeper into the stories, even if it means my short story takes a year to complete. 
  • I love how deliberate I am about some of the things I do. From the clothes I wear to the names I choose for my characters, to the gifts I give my friends, they are all chosen for a reason and are meant to say something even if it goes unheard or ends up saying something I didn't know it would say.
  • I love my thirst to progress. To continue my own character development, to continue growing, and changing. To keep going forward deeper and deeper every day looking for new perspectives, new insights, more truth in reality and in fiction even if it takes me forever to comprehend it all.
So, there you have it. It took this one- semester- college- drop out two months to finish this challenge. Hopefully, over time I'll let God tear away my dragon scales, and go swim in the ocean. Maybe I'll finally let go of the darkness and embrace the light, and maybe I'll reread  The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (it's been awhile since I've read it)
        Thank you both for your reply letters. You guys have helped me so much and I hope one day we'll all have some coffee together.

Your sister in Christ, 
LadybytheSea







Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Letter - A Response to Lady by the Sea - NL - 10

Dear Lady by the Sea,

First off, I thoroughly enjoyed your letter. Your vocabulary was quite extensive, my friend. I actually had to look up ‘corybantic’. I love learning new words, and I’m sure you do as well, hence, the use of ‘corybantic.’ Now, I have a few points I want to touch on from your letter. This is simply reflection and hopefully some direction as you go forward. I wish we could have this discussion over a hot cup of coffee or tea, but until we are in the same country again, we will have to settle for written dialogue.

Your words of self-hatred at first glance are seen as humble, but a closer look would almost deem them ungodly. I know only too well what it is like to adopt failure as part of my personality. It is not right, my friend. We must not do that. I know that you are a Believer, emphasized with a capital “B” to indicate belief in the one and only truth of God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I do not mean to preach or spit doctrine at you, but your words remind me so much of how I felt about my own life just recently.

When we focus only on our flaws and hatred for them, we forget our purpose. We think only about what our ideal standards are and the spiral of self-loathing continues deeper and deeper into the pits of Hell, for that is where such attitudes lead us. Instead, we must heal. This is not an easy task. I am not a fan of hospitals, nor do I like people touching or probing me in places that make me feel uncomfortable. I especially do not like medication. I could not even swallow pills without hiding them in yogurt or peanut-butter until after I was sixteen years old. When it comes to spiritual matters, my innermost being with all my secret, dirty sinful thoughts, I really do not want any prying eyes. However, those are the exact places that need the cleaning.

Have you read C.S. Lewis’ Narnia series, Lady by the Sea? If you have not, I highly recommend it. There is a part in the fifth book, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, in which a boy, who has turned into a dragon, must be changed back into a human. The only way to do this is to peel away the dragon scales and skin to get through to the pinky flesh. He tries to do it on his own with his clunky dragon claws, but he can only get flakes and the smallest skims off of himself. Aslan, the great lion with his massive scythe-like claws, has to plunge deep and pull off hunks skin to reveal the frail and tender being of the human boy.

The hatred and self-loathing is like that dragon hide. We cannot just stop being overly critical on our own, we have to let someone help. That someone, being so obviously symbolic, needs no explanation. That person is deserving of all our attention. When we use our gifts and abilities to further Him, our perspectives change. We gain a new purpose other than fulfilling the want of sounding like an admired writer or comparing writing levels or anything that uses humanly standards. Sure, grammar and style are important, but those can be learned and practiced by anyone. Acacia Faye and I have devoted years to our craft through many classes, editing sessions, and papers drenched in inky corrections. It has been painful to keep writing and writing, and having the people you admire continuously point out your flaws again and again. I suppose Acacia Faye and I did not need any internal stimulus for hating our own writing; we got enough of it from our professors!

But, that aside, you have to keep practicing to get better at anything. As you said, we are still starting out and we’re still young. There is so much more for all of us to learn. I know you have insecurities, but they must be put aside so as not to hinder your true purpose; going “further up and further in” as Aslan says. If that means wearing those platform heels, then please be careful and do not get hurt, maybe grab a spotter. Also, please don’t hate me, but I write and highlight in my books. And, if I do write a book, I am probably going to sign it in the front cover because I think it makes the book more personal. But, if you would like to leave notes, that is totally okay. We can get some super cute post-its for you.

Anyways, please keep letting Him pull away your dragon hide. I will be praying for you, and praying that I allow Him to continue doing the same to me. I am in great need of Him in my life, as we all are. No matter how you feel about your writing, just keep doing it and remember that it is not so much your opinion of your work that matters or the external trimmings, it’s all about your purpose and your message in your writing. My challenge for you is to stay true to the Truth, my friend. It is our challenge and cross to bear, but it’s incomparable to the one Christ bore for us. I’m thankful we’re following that same Savior together. Take comfort in Him, dear Lady by the Sea, and let Him calm any storms within you.

Affectionately,

Naomi Lea



Monday, July 24, 2017

Letter~"A Response Letter to LadybytheSea"~AF

Dear Lady by the Sea,


You are a mess, you're crazy, and sometimes you just don't make sense, but I love you to death.  You have this big heart, this love for people, for art, music, and stories.  You see the whole world as if it were a book and we are all characters.  You see books as if they are the world and the characters are real.  Like I said, you're crazy, but there is a certain poetry in crazy.  If you were not crazy, we could never be friends because we couldn't go to concerts and shake our hair or laugh about at things like characters in shows who never get fired as much as they skip work.

You have this way of learning things.  You don't like to learn from other people, you like to teach yourself.  I wonder if you were born in the times of the great scientists like Einstein and those people who like to drop things and give it's fall a name, what kind of trouble you and them would have gotten into.  I wonder if you would have given gravity it's name first.  You would have probably thought harder about it's name.  It would have been symbolic in some way.  It would have had to mean something.

I see the beauty in your heart when I look at your paintings.  I can't explain it.  The best I can do is compare it to a group of two year old's playing with bubbles.  They are so wild and gorgeous.  They squeal and laugh.  They're so awestruck that it makes you awestruck.  Wild and gorgeous describes all of your art from poetry to paints.  If you could fill a canvas with laughter and squeals it would look like the painting hanging in my bedroom that you said you had so much fun with.

I know we challenge you.  I know I push you further than you want to go sometimes.  But I also know that you actually want to go further, you just won't admit it to yourself.  You, Lady sit by the Sea and you marvel at it because it's gorgeous, because God is the best artist.  You wonder as you sit there what it might feel like to go running into the ocean.  You wonder if it's cold or warm.  You think about the glorious things that might be beneath the surface, but you are held back by a terrible fear of sharks.

Lady, whenever you are tired of your spot in the hot sun, whenever you are ready for the refreshing ocean to ease the pain of your sunburn that you inevitably have from sitting in that spot by the Sea for years, you are going to go running into that ocean.  It's going to be a glorious sight.  By this, I mean you are going to take a big risk.  You will dive deep and you're going to grow a fin. By this, I mean you're going to do impossible things, not hard things.  Impossible things.  You may even see a shark, but you will face it with all of the boldness of Esther and command it with all of the authority of Christ.  By this, I mean you're going to do impossible, terrifying things with confidence.  Then, we will all call you by your new name.  Sirena Enla Mar.  I'm quite sure God gave it to me.  Translation, Mermaid in the Sea.  Because once you have discovered how powerful you are in the big gorgeous sea, this will be your favorite place and you won't believe you were ever scared of it.  

So as if I haven't challenged you enough, here's another one to help build the confidence that Sirena Enla Mar will need to do impossible and terrifying things.  Take your own challenge that you have so carefully avoided.  Sit down somewhere quiet and take a long hard look inside yourself.  Do not get up until you have found three things you are proud of about your personality.  If you'll listen hard enough, God himself just might tell you what he likes in you, what he placed in you.  


Love, 
Acacia Faye





   



Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Letter ~ "I Forgot to Name This: A Letter to My Friends" ~LbtS ~ 9

July 2, 2017 
5:00pm   
                                        Dear Naomi Lee and Acacia Faye,  
  
     I should be writing three things I am proud of about my personality, but instead I'm watching Bendandsnap Commonweath's reading of Sol LeWitt's 1965 letter to Eve Hess. Eve was struggling with writers block and Sol gave Eve a real talking to about work. As I listen to this fantastic letter, I confess that I'm sitting here wondering how the hell I'm supposed to do anything unafraid. I'm a mess of anxiety with a huge heap of deep seated insecurities I can't seem to fix or ignore no matter how hard I try, and I'm sitting here struggling to write a simple blog post about myself. Should be the easiest thing in the world to write about ones own self. I can't seem to do it yet. 
     I keep thinking about how these words I string together will be read by someone I will probably never meet in person, and could potentially be read by many more people, which is overwhelming.  I chose to be anonymous, thinking it would take the pressure off of this fact, but I've somehow found more pressure in my anonymity. All people will know of me are my words and my username. They won't know who I am in person, and if they are anything like me, they could be curious. I don't have any second thoughts about my choice, I'm keeping it. What it is- it's this: Someone will eventually stumble upon these 26 English letters I arrange and rearrange under the corybantic grammar and spelling rules of this Frankenstein language which gets so frustrating- even though its my native language. God, English is weird...and beautiful when its used by someone who can direct it. I don't want to mess up. I have ridiculously high standards for myself and my work. I want to write. I want to write well. I love this language (warts and all) and I want to learn how to use it. To make it sing and resonate and hit people like a ton of bricks with the feels. Aww the feels, but so far, like Eve, I'm bothered by my writing. I read it and I hate it. I mean, I can look in the mirror everyday and see the beauty others see in my appearance, but I look at my words or my art, I want to burn it. I see all the flaws in my work and hate them, whereas I celebrate my flaws in my appearance. I have this red blood vein that sticks out of my right nostril right on the base of the septum wall like a small hook, and I love it. My students at work point it out all the time and I tell them what it is and they love it and I get to introduce them to some simple human biology, which is great for young minds. Even when I wear make up I don't cover it. I enjoy the unique things in my appearance and the unique things in others and their work. Just the other day I was reading your work Naomi Lea, your "Guilt" essay. It had so much information, insight, wisdom, and I agree with you that convictional (is that even a word? Idk you get my drift) guilt can lead us to/back to Jesus. You explained it all with clear descriptive metaphors and language, yet when we talked about it you mentioned a few grammar things and there being too much passive voice and I'm like "What's passive voice?" I don't even know what passive voice was at the moment. I'm thankful you filled me in on that by the way. And when I read your work Acacia Faye, it's alive with meaning, honesty, and emotions that touch the heart. I aspire to write as wonderfully as both of you do.
      I want to be able to do my work without a care in the world. To say "fudge you" to my insecurities and anxiety, to write without crying and using baked goods as swear words. I want to write as confidently as I walk in my favorite 70s styled 5 inch platform heels, to be as free with information as I am with my students, friends, and family. I want to see the unique beauty in my work as I see in others and my outward appearance. I want to be proud of my work, to love it, and I hope one day I will be able to celebrate what I've worked so hard to create. 
    It's now 11:21pm, so I'm going to call it a night. I'll probably edit this more throughout the week before sending it to you guys, then posting it on July 10th.
  
 July 4, 2017 
1:29pm - 3:07pm
       Happy Fourth guys! I thank both of you for including me in this new challenging endeavor of blog writing and maintenance. I haven't thanked either of you, I think. I might have, I don't know I can't seem to recall. I'm in much higher spirits than I was on the 2nd, and I hope both of you are having a wonderful Fourth. I also want to say thank you for reading this letter too. I feel lighter now, having confessed everything, and for once I don't hate what I've written. I might one of these days, but for now I'm going to celebrate I've written something. I still plan on posting this on the 10th, and I'll be sending it off to you guys shortly. While this letter is still between me and God, I must confess one more thing: I'm not sure what others will think. But it's okay. I don't know what people think of me when I go out, I can only know what I think, and I like it. I'm excited now. 
        Please, celebrate what you guys have done too. Both of you have done so much, especially in my mind. Yes, none of us are novelist (yet) and none of us have been published in any major mainstream things, but both of you have been published at your Alma mater, which is more that I could say since I didn't do much of anything at mine. I am sure one day we will be published somewhere and we'll be able to go to the bookstore and see our books. Just remember not to sign them cause then the book/books will be marked as damaged and yeah that's not good. Could leave a note in it though. That would be fun.
        We're still starting out, still young, and still learning what it is we want to write about and how we want to write it. I'm confident all three of us will figure it all out, and accomplish everything we dream of accomplishing. I'm proud of us. 
                  
                                               Your friend, 
                                             LadybytheSea

P.S. here is the direct link to Sol LeWitt's letter to her friend Eva Hesse as read by Benedict Cumberbatch : https://youtu.be/VnSMIgsPj5M