Last night, I watched I Am Dragon, or Он – дракон (On – Drakón) as it’s said in Russian. It’s a “Beauty and a Beast” tale involving a girl named Mira. She is the daughter of a duke who is stolen by a dragon during her wedding day, just before she is wed to Igor, the grandson of a dragon slayer. She is taken to an island, made of the bones of a giant ancient dragon, where she meets a man by the name of Arman. It doesn’t take long for Mira to discover that Arman is, in fact, the dragon who kidnapped her. Unable to fly her off the island without killing her, Mira is trapped. Surrounded by ocean, she learns both how to live with this man and how to love a dragon.
It is a beautiful film with spectacular imagery. But other than that and the heartstring-plucking story, this movie also has another hidden gem. Continue reading →
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean. Continue reading →
Be careful in what you put your pride in. And know that even when life drags you down, there is still something special about you, in which you can take joy in. Two lessons that Pixar reminded us of in 2004, right before they also reminded us of the values of family and heroes with The Incredibles.
Over the summer, I got to be a part of my first book club! I had a friend who was interning at a nearby congregation, and as part of his internship, him, along with me, and a mutual mentor, read the book, In the Sanctuary of Outcasts. It’s an autobiography written by Neil White. It recounts a chapter in his life, in which he served time for bank fraud at the prison/leper colony in Carville, Louisiana. Neil isn’t afraid to recount how real his experience was, and doesn’t shy away from the crude language that was used by some of the prisoners he met. The book fully shares Neil’s experiences and shares the stories of those who he came in contact with.
There are many jewels found within this book; however, my favorite words of wisdom, come from chapters 77 and 78: Continue reading →
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages. You are invited to view a spectacular feature! A short film that has surprised several audiences with its heartfelt messages. A story of doubt, hope, change, and love. A glimpse into the heart of Christ himself. Ladies and gentlemen, without further hesitation, I present to you, The Butterfly Circus!
Imagine if you had pockets full of paint: red, blue, yellow, and green. Each color representing a mark that you leave on each person you encounter. Each color representing different emotions–both positive and negative. What kind of marks would you leave? And what type of emotions do these colors represent? Find out, by watching the talk Hank Fortener gave, at the 2016 STORY conference:
So, what happens when your lying in bed, trying to fall asleep with the aid of Youtube (to distract your brain from thinking and planning) when you see flashing lights between the crack of your curtains? Why, you go and check it out, of course. And what happens when it hasn’t rained in a while, and you see clouds in the sky and flashes, and you’re hoping it isn’t heat lightning? Why, you slip on your swimming trucks, because your other shorts are in the wash and you don’t want to put on pants that need buttoned or zipped, and you run downstairs–out the door to watch it. And then for a moment get freaked out by a lamp post because its shadow looks like a person, and by the moving shadow of your curtains because they look like another person. (The same window a couple of weeks ago, that when you opened, you saw a mamma rabbit and one of her babies nibbling on grass in your backyard.) Continue reading →