An amazing word that encompasses so many variables. It can be a person who lives for drama and wears you out or can relate to a dramatic event in our life that suddenly becomes heightened.
What is more delightful than a dramatic sunrise, or sunset or perhaps waves crashing on the shore in a dramatic storm. What of an amazing mountain range that compels your eye to dramatic snow covered peaks.
Dramatic lighting in a photograph (whether it relates to an object, scene, or person) can instantly change your perception of any of the above.
Dramatic art, theater, music, plays, songs, novels, or words; whatever the relationship, dramatics captures our immediate attention thereby invoking an instant response. Dramatics affects our thoughts, emotions, or beliefs impacting us either negatively or positively.
However it affects our emotions, it can make an obvious and appreciable even significant and perceptible difference in meaningful ways and enrich our lives.
For years I had the mistaken idea that to admire was the same as to idolize. So I had little to no admiration for anyone or anything.
As years went by I realized there’s a huge difference. Huge! You can admire beautiful architecture or the skills of an incomparable photographer or the literary art of an accomplished poet, the music of a phenomenal artist.I soon understood there was so much that we could admire, delightfully, happily, gleefully even. Spectacular oceanic scenes, mountainous ranges, eye-catching old growth trees.
And what of people – people who have overcome seemingly insurmountable odds mentally emotionally physically – should we not admire these individuals? And what of ourselves, us, you and me, ought we not take time to admire how we have personally overcome unknown, unseen, struggles we have faced quietly in solitude?
Which clock? The internal clock? If so, how do we read it? Is it important? Are the prompts realistic or fanciful? Is there a time limit? Does it affect our lives if we ignore it? Does it have any real power over us? If we listen to it, then perhaps so. If we ignore it, are there consequences?
External clock? Rules our lives, every moment, every thought, every ability, every concept, every idea though we may be completely oblivious. We get up early because of the clock. We eat sleep and breath the clock because it schedules our work and play. We won’t become aware of that until much later in life. As youngsters or teenagers, it has no meaning. In the beginning, the clock runs, we hear it, we listen to it, we pay it no mind. Until that moment when the ticking becomes louder and louder and can no longer be ignore. Time is running out.
My personal definition would have to include conviction, determination,self-confidence, a positive attitude and self-belief. Those characteristics would make you unstoppable on a personal level – on any level.
Have you ever watched a train forge ahead, plowing through mounds of snow? It is unstoppable. Or perhaps a child’s determination as they attempt to perfect that as yet unreachable cartwheel or handstand? What about men and women who take on the unimaginable such as fire fighters or police and hundreds of other professionals like doctors and nurses? Then there’s us, the individuals, overcoming insurmountable odds whether its mental physical or emotion and who rise to new heights.
Sometimes events for whatever reason take on a life of their own and gather momentum until they become unstoppable.
We are and can be unstoppable. The only one standing in our way, is us.
My first thought was simply omg! The word is constantly being used and hits you in the face, slaps at you from a barrage of news reports and is used to cover everything from terrorist attacks to lone gunman to topics such as to vaccinate or not, to contaminated drinking water.
I remember a time when it alluded to “personal” events, such as a family in crisis.
It is as if this word has taken on a life of its own. Whether used nationally or internationally the word covers a plethora of events – everything is suddenly a “crisis”. It is used so constantly to grab headlines and attention that it seems as though it’s use has changed from an alert to become a scare tactic to constantly terrify people.
Personally, I cringe at the sight of the word. What now? Where now? Who now? As I carefully scan the contents of another “crisis” notification.
And here I was, wondering what could I possibly say that hasn’t been said before.
Your safe all encompassing place. Whether it be a person place or even thing that provides that feeling, that moment (in some instances) of complete relaxation or safety required to blot out that which threatens to take us over. A moment for us as individuals to cocoon ourselves in warmth security, comfort. To children, it can be a favourite stuffy, to teens, it can be a warm accepting look or hug, to adults, it can be that moment we’re wrapped in a loved ones arms. Wherever that place is, it’s completely singularly ours.
A suspenseful mystery about a heroin named Selina whom unwittingly becomes center stage in a drama involving a detective agency, espionage, a missing fiance and the CIA.
The journey begins to unfold at Selina’s work place, her boss vehemently and staunchly believing in her innocence begins an investigation into the allegations of espionage. With a vast amount of unknowns in the air and danger surrounding those at the center of the allegations agents must separate fact from fiction. It soon becomes apparent to all, that Selina is merely an unwitting pawn in a march larger game that dates back years, and must be protected. A mystery that entangles past, present, and future Selina becomes the target, and her holiday becomes the focal point of unraveling the mystery tightly engulfing her closest friends and family. With her strength of character, determination, and choice to become a willing pawn, protect those she loves most dear while drawing out the sinister mastermind behind the caper. The door to romance opens but dare she walk through a second time? Will revealing the answers to Selina’s mystery free her while ensnaring the guilty?
There are several ways to reach Vancouver Island. You can fly, board a bus, travel by car and either do a walk on or take your vehicle across the water from Vancouver or Washington to either Victoria or Nanaimo via B.C. Ferries.
There is the inevitable debate regarding fares and costs, but whatever side of the fence your on in this issue, one thing is certain the men and women onboard the Ferry are highly trained, professional and competent.
Having traveled back and forth on numerous occasions, I’ve found this to be true no matter what their job be. Ive had occasion to interact with many from the Ship’s Captain to the cleaning crew, to those directing traffic and those responsible for preparing and serving the food. Not an easy task considering the time constraints involved when you have a capacity of up to 2100 passengers to feed in an hour and forty minutes, depending on which ferry you are on.
So I have the utmost respect for these individuals charged with the care of their passengers and who make their job’s look easy and I deeply appreciate the courtesy respect and consideration they show every passenger from the wee one to the adults.
What inspires me as a blogger: I wasn’t inspired at first. I was terrified. Seriously. Gulping, then swallowing big, I with great trepidation wrote my first ever blog. What inspired me to continue, was how delicious I felt when it was finished, then encouraged as I realized others were viewing my blog, which I thought was unimportant at first. Now I am transfixed, and want to write constantly. Who knew?