This girl loves…feeling inspired.


A glimpse of beauty

A glimpse of beauty

Inspiration comes to me in many forms: a touching passage, a beautiful scene, a soft melody, a lingering hug, a flavorful meal, and sometimes, a great movie.

Today I saw two movies that inspired me: The Hundred-Foot Journey and Begin Again.  Each of them affected me in a different way.  The former made me hungry for not only food, but for life.  The latter made me hungry for inspiration.

Since beginning a new writing program at my school, I’ve been keenly aware of my thoughts and their potential stories.  Seeing Begin Again, I wondered why I was so affected.  What was it about this movie that moved me like a passage from one of my favorite books?  What was it about this movie that sent chills down my spin; chills like the ones I get after hearing a Broadway singer belt the lyrics to a finale?  Then I had it.

It was real.

The movie felt tangible.  It felt achievable.  It gave me hope that I might one day inspire others.

I’ve spent my life hiding in the shadows of my own life.  I’ve stood idly by as others took their place in the spotlight.  I could excuse my behavior by saying that I was shy and slightly awkward, but it would be just that, an excuse.

I’ve decided that it is time to stop hiding.

There is so much I want to share with the world.  I want to share my passions and that is why I write.  I make mistakes and I write again.  I know that it’s not about creating a masterpiece that stops the world in its tracks.  No, it’s not about that.  It’s about practice and building endurance.  It’s about writing, writing, and more writing.  Then, maybe one day I’ll be that great writer I want to be.

One day I’ll write something that does stop the world in its tracks and what will I do then?  I’ll do it again.


This girl loves…Harry Potter.



It was a trying day at work which warranted an escape.

Movies and books are such an escape and my favorite escape is into the world of Harry Potter.  The musical score has the ability to calm my nerves-each da dum, da dum, da dum, di dum, da dum, da da da da washing over me like waves washing upon the shoreline.

Unlike most fans, my love of Harry Potter started with the movies.  I loved the characters and settings the film makers created.  It wasn’t until the plot began to thicken a bit more (in The Prisoner of Azkaban) that I decided to pick up the books.  Having a picture in my head of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Hogwarts, and Diagon Alley helped me to imagine the books in a different sort of way.  In a sense, the books provided the deleted scenes that the movies could not include.  The movies, however, provided the soundtrack and the vocals that made reading the books all the more real and inviting.  When I pick up one of the books, as I like to do every so often, I can hear their voices, their intonations, the cadence in which they would speak the words.  I can then, truly escape into this brilliant world created by the genius, J.K. Rowling.

Some of my favorite parts of the movie are the scenes inside the great hall-particularly the meals and how they magically appear on the plates.  The scrumptious leg of lamb  is a particular favorite of mine.  I love the train ride to Hogwarts and how we have a chance to glimpse a bit of the English countryside.  It reminds me of my own train riding through along the very same paths.  I would be remiss if I didn’t also mention Quidditch.  The film captures the essence of the game that was so complicated to read about.  Finally, the ending scene when Harry says goodbye, never fails to grip my heart-the score evoking emotions of homesickness for a country I like to call home.

Sometimes it is true that seeing is believing.  I am just happy that, with both the movies and the books, I don’t have to choose-I can see or read and still I believe.