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10 Creative ideas to keep you happy while you’re stuck at home 🌼// ‘Caption This’ Contest!


Hi everyone! I’m back and this time with 10 creative ideas that you can test out while you are stuck at home. 😊

  • Write a haiku.
  • Write down ten things you’re thankful for on sticky notes, and stick them on the wall next to your bed.
  • Write a short fantasy story and read it to your younger siblings (if you have them🙂)
  • Memorize a short psalm.
  • Sew a pretty change purse by hand. Maybe even embroider your name on it!
  • Send a letter to an old friend. Don’t forget to decorate the envelope!
  • Take a picture of a bird. 🐦
  • Polish your church shoes. (Believe me–this is SO satisfying!)
  • Start learning a new language. (It’s more fun than you think!)
  • Give your mom a hug.♥️

What keeps you afloat while you’re stuck at home?


Now it’s time for something a little different–you could make this number eleven on the list, if you like.🙂 I’m going to put up some of my photography below, and you get to caption it! Please put your name, the photo number and your caption in the comments below, and the winner of each photo will get their name and blog name listed with their winning caption in a post of winners! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Photo No. 1
Photo No. 2
Photo No. 3
Photo No. 4

Looking forward to seeing your entries! This is going to be fun… 😁

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Movie Review: Tolkien (2019)


And so, months after the promised review–here it comes. You know, I’m really a terrible blogger. I go through month long phases of either not being able to stop doing stuff on my blog, or blogging is the last thing I want to be doing. Are any of you like that? It’s really very irritating… Although I think that the wasp that is buzzing on the window next to me right now is even more irratating. Man, I hate wasps.

Okay–so Tolkien. Even though people kept telling me that it didn’t get very good reviews, etc., etc., I was still able to keep a very open mind about it until I watched it. And I’ll just tell you right now, I think the reviews are (mostly) wrong. There are, granted, several historical/biographical innacuracies which are rather irritating, but I think they capture the character of Tolkien and his stories well. The entire movie has a kind of dreamy, surreal, pure imagination feel to it, which I really liked. It emphasized Tolkien’s imagination a lot, and I thought that was well done. My sister and I really enjoyed it–my parents didn’t. So I think it might partially just be a matter of taste, because it is kind of a unique movie–I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one that feels like it does. Oh–and another thing I love is the emphasis on Tolkien’s languages. I really love that, and I’m glad that they made it a large part of the film.

So–A+ on capturing Tolkien’s character and work, C- on actual accuracy.

This is the first movie review I’ve ever written, and I kinda get the feeling it stinks. Oh well. After all, I said I’d write it, so…

God bless you all! Hopefully you’ll see more of me this August!

Elizabeth

P.S. I totally forgot! I think my favourite part of the movie is where Tolkien gets his inspiration for Sam Gamgee. 😍


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Posted in Books, life

Eras of Crystal


Did you know that I am in the process of writing a novel? Well I am and it’s SUPER EXCITING! It’s also a pain…but never mind that. I am writing it with three other authors (one of whom is my sister), and it is called Eras of Crystal. Yes…I’m about to plug it. But I’m not selling anything (yet)! I just love this project, and I wanted to share it with all of you. Below I am putting the website where you can meet the characters and their authors, and read the prologue. And in case you were wondering where in the world I am on there–I use a pen name: Lalaith Bell. My sister is under the pen name Rain A. Coburg.

I would love to hear your thoughts on the story idea, so please comment! And be sure to check out the best part–the book trailer!!

Blessings,

Elizabeth

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What I’ve been reading {what have you been reading?}


Hello again! You see I am trying to do better about posting already! Aren’t you proud of me? Just kidding. Anyway, I figured that since by blog is largely focused on my writing, I should act like a real author and share what I think about other author’s works. Seems like the author-y thing to do, right?

So, what have I read lately? *puts on thinking cap* That’s actually a tough question because I’ve been reading a lot lately. Hmmmm….. Oh yeah! Read a lot of books by C.S. Lewis recently, which were amazing! I read Surprised by Joy, Mere Christianity, I re-read Out of the Silent Planet, and That Hideous Strength, I purposely tortured myself with The Dark Tower and Other Stories (which, by the way, is totally worth it). Right now I am reading Marco Polo’s book about his travels aloung the silk road. Oh, and I also read The Song of Roland, which was amazing. So there you hae it! What have you been reading? What should I read next?

Blessings,

Elizabeth

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Posted in life, poetry

Weeping Wind


Creep along, weeping wind,

no tree shall hinder thee.

Whither thou goest, who can say,

but vanished you shall be

come the glare of day.

Softest evening, darkest night,

your tasks are done

without the light.

Whither you wander, what news

you bring, only the birds shall sing.

 

Elizabeth Baillie

🌼~Soli Deo Gloria~🌼


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Strokes


This page is pretty and white,

I wish to ruin it with lines,

Little strokes from the lead,

As I sink into bed.

 

Its blankness has beauty,

So you say,

But grey will paint it bright;

As bright as day,

From my pencil-tip will flow colours,

Painting white, with flowing light,

And dancing with the others.

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Loving Heaven


When I wander through fields of green,
and by none but God be seen,
I think of those great places fair,
where angel’s wings stir the air.

I know that one day I’ll be there,
In my Father’s love and care,
if I trust His word is true,
and tell His love to all of you.

 

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Llawenydd y Faery

(Welsh: Faery’s Delight)

Sweeping over the waves,

I fly through the air,

You never know where you are,

Until you are there.

Here the impossible can happen,

All is glowing white,

Coming here on a moonlit night,

Is a faery’s delight.

Llawenydd y Faery

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The Last Ship: An Obscure Tolkien Poem


 The Last Ship

by J.R.R. Tolkien

Fíriel looked out at three o’clock:

The grey night was going,

Far away the golden cock,

Clear and shrill was crowing.

The trees were dark, and the dawn pale,

Waking birds were cheeping,

A wind moved cool and frail

Through dim leaves creeping,

 

She watched the gleam at the window grow,

Till the long light was shimmering,

On land and leaf; on grass below

Grey dew was glimmering.

Over the floor her white feet crept,

Down the stair they twinkled,

Through the grass they dancing stepped

All with dew besprinkled.

 

Her gown had jewels upon its hem,

As she ran down to the river,

And leaned upon a willow-stem,

And watched the water quiver.

A kingfisher plunged down like a stone

In a blue flash falling,

Bending reeds were softly blown,

Lily-leaves were sprawling.

 

 

 

A sudden music to her came,

As she stood there gleaming

With free hair in morning’s flame

On her shoulders streaming.

Flutes there were, and harps were wrung,

And there was the sound of singing,

Like wind-voices keen and young

And far bells ringing.

 

A ship with golden beak and oar

And timbers white came gliding;

Swans went sailing on before,

Her tall prow guiding.

Fair folk out of Elvenland

In silver-grey were rowing,

And three with crowns she saw there stand,

With bright hair flowing.

 

With harp in hand they sang their song

To the slow oars swinging:

‘Green is the land, the leaves are long,

And the birds are singing.

Many a day with dawn of gold

This earth will lighten,

Many a flower will yet unfold,

Ere the cornfields whiten.

 

 

 

‘Then whither go ye, boatmen fair,

Down the river gliding?

To twilight and to secret lair,

In the great forest hiding?

To Northern isles and shores of stone

On strong swans flying,

By cold waves to dwell alone

With white gulls crying?

 

‘Nay!’ they answered. ‘Far away

On the last road faring,

Leaving western havens grey,

The seas of shadow daring,

We go back to Elvenhome,

Where the White Tree is growing,

And the Star shines upon the foam

On the last shore flowing.

 

‘To mortal fields we say farewell,

Middle-Earth forsaking!

In Elvenhome a clear bell

In the high tower is shaking.

Here grass fades and leaves fall,

And sun and moon whither,

And we have heard the call

That bids us journey thither’.

 

 

 

The oars were stayed. They turned aside:

‘Do you hear the call, Earth-maiden?

Fíriel! Fíriel!’ they cried.

‘Our ship is not full-laden.

One more only we may bear.

Come! For your days are speeding.

Come! Earth-maiden elven-fair,

Our last call heeding.’

 

Fíriel looked from the river-bank,

On step daring;

Then deep in clay her feet sank,

And she halted staring.

Slowly the elven-ship went by

Whispering through the water:

‘I cannot come!’ they heard her cry.

‘I was born Earth’s daughter!’

 

No jewels bright her gown bore,

As she walked back from the meadow

Under roof and dark door,

Under house-shadow.

She donned her smock of russet brown,

Her long hair braided,

And to her work came stepping down.

Soon the sunlight faded.

 

 

 

Year still after year flows

Down the Seven Rivers;

Cloud passes, sunlight glows,

Reed and willow quivers

As morn and eve, but never more

Westward ships have waded

In mortal waters as before,

And their song has faded.