Thursday, June 19, 2014

Welcome to Girls Camp-the Braid Capitol of the World

I’ve spent the past few days in the braid capital of the world—girls camp. From zigzagging waterfall braids tied back in on top of themselves to side braids, fishtails and more, the girls raised the craft of plaiting hair to pure art, with the added bonus of freedom from sweaty manes and irritating flyaway hairs. Here’s a few pics highlighting some of my faves. See if you can spot my braids, courtesy of my friend April.


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We had a great time with the girls, chanting camp cheers, canoeing, crafting, and staying up late around the camp fire (or the charcoal grill when the soggy logs refused to light!).


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One of my favorite times was the “Night of Lights” when we gathered in a dark clearing, each holding a candle. As each group sang, they shared their flames with the next, until the music and light spread around the circle. When candles blew out, neighboring girls relit them. I loved the symbolism of sharing hope, joy and friendship.


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As much as I loved all the skits, the swimming, and the fun, the best part was seeing our girls strengthen their values as they deepened relationships with each other, new friends, and the leaders.


What do you love about camping?


 


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Friday, June 6, 2014

Interview with Abaddon, Notorious leader of the Pacific Ring

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Interview with Abaddon by Amphitrite Seadaughter, defender of mages


My old adversary trails his fingers in a pool of lava, shuddering with pleasure as he soaks in the power of the earth before swimming to meet me in a thick stand of kelp.


I can’t hide my disgust, but the vaunted leader of the Pacific Ring doesn’t care. Abaddon grins and sinks onto an algae-strewn boulder. There’s something menacing in his dark eyes but he won’t hurt me and both of us know it.


“So.” His smile broadens. “You wanted to discuss my energy habits? I had no idea you cared. I mean, I know my behavior troubles you. You’ve made that no secret.” He waves his hand, stirring up a small current. “But to come all this way for a little chat? Tritey, I’m touched.”


I cross my arms.  “Your thugs are lurking around TIDES. I won’t have it.”


“Oh, they’re just there for the night life in Kira Cove. They won’t be any trouble.”


“Really? I was under the impression that they leave a trail of muck everywhere they’ve been. I won’t bother asking why you swim with such scum. You made your choice long ago and I, mine.”


His face hardens and a tendon in his jaw twitches.


“What are you afraid of?” I demand. “You think your cronies care about you? You’re all alone in this ocean, no matter how many hooligans follow you around.” I bite my lip, hoping I haven’t gone too far. I just can’t help it. With Abaddon, my words sometimes get ahead of my good sense. One of these days, I’ll end up goading him into blasting me. Who knows if I’ll survive, depends on how mad he is.


Something flashes in his eyes. At first I think it’s his power, itching to come out and burn me, but then I’m not sure.


“What makes you think I’m afraid of anything?” he asks.


“Aren’t we all?”


He brushes a bit of kelp out of his face, singeing the broad leaves. “The things I used to fear are meaningless now. Death. Loneliness. Pain. No one can frighten me—I have nothing to lose.”


His hollow gaze bores into me and I look away, into the depths of the murky forest.


There’s silence for a moment then his fingers spark. “I only have myself to fear.”


My eyes stray to his glowing hands and I can’t help but flinch. “Why are you trying to take over the Pacific? Aren’t the Graveyard Seamounts enough?”


Abaddon shrugs and stops flickering. “Why not? Who wouldn’t expand their power if they could? What more could anyone want?”


His tone is bitter, so I press him. “You tell me. What is it you want?”


Abaddon leans forward, his expression hungry. “Freedom. Absolute and total freedom.”


He topples his chair with a kick then swims away.


Monday, June 2, 2014

Woodland Wildflowers


purple winter weedsAs promised, here’s a picture of the purple weeds that carpeted my lawn this spring. They’re long gone now. But wildflowers have sprung up all over our woods. I love seeing the shifting face of the wild. Bare branches and dried leaves one day, lime green seedlings the next, followed by an ever-changing march of flowers. Here’s a few of the beauties I’ve discovered over the past few weeks.


Purple flowers with spiky leavesI caught a pic of these purple pretties just before my sons crushed them while dragging dead branches out of the woods. I think they’ll bounce back with new blooms soon!


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I risked my life to snap a photo of these dainty red flowers. They grow in clumps along our wooded driveway, but this thick grouping was down a steep hill. So worth the climb!


 


Small yellow wildflowers


Ethereal pale yellow flowers pop up here and there in our meadows. Here’s a cheery cluster along a barbed-wire fence. For the most part, the cattle and deer leave these alone, unlike the pansies in my garden beds!


 


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Wild roses climb up the trees on the west side of our driveway, making a perfect home for fairies, pixies and sprites. I like to imagine them hiding among the leaves, twining the flowers in their hair or using their nectar in magic potions and spells.


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These sunny blossoms are just waiting to explode into bloom along my jogging trail. What a great incentive for me to head out on a morning run (or walk…that way I can really take my time and enjoy nature. That’s my excuse anyway!)


What do you love about the great outdoors?


 



Woodland Wildflowers

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Five Reasons Fantasy Heroes Shouldn't be Happy

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  1. Happy is boring. Characters should be driven by obsession, guilt, an unreachable dream, the desire to survive. A quest for happiness? Well, that could work. But already happy? I don’t think so.

  2. No one facing a dragon/death eater/gremlin/sith/necromancer feels like smiling.

  3. Fantasy heroes are always trying to find something. A holy grail. The sorceror’s stone. A tesseract. Do you feel cheerful when you’re trying to track something down? No. Most likely you’re shouting and tearing the house apart.

  4. Fantasy characters usually end up sleeping on rocks or trying to survive on stewed mushrooms even while healing from frightful injuries. Empty tummies, pain and lack of sleep are just not a good recipe for a pleasant mood.

  5. Even worse, their skills are often not up to snuff. Their wands break. They’re not strong enough to resist the lure of the ring. They aren’t as beautiful or smart or talented as their parents or siblings or classmates. Wouldn’t they be a lot happier if they didn’t have to deal with being imperfect?

But somehow, despite this, our favorite characters manage to find happiness. Maybe it’s because they get to mess around with magic. Or because they befriend fantastic creatures and ride dragons and hippogriffs. Or maybe it’s their determination—their unwillingness to give up their quest, their hope, and their beliefs—that brings happiness in the long run. Because, after all, why should anyone let a dragon stand in the way of true joy?


What fantasy characters inspire you and why?



Five Reasons Fantasy Heroes Shouldn't be Happy

Friday, May 16, 2014

Kailey Veil: Victim or Villain

Disco Ball


Interview by Mr. Archibald Wright, Professor of Ethics


For the sake of convenience, and my own comfort, I’ve arranged to meet Kailey in the Grunt Guild, the elite club on the topmost floor of the Cosmos. She sits across from me on a small turquoise pouf, looking about as happy as a lobster about to go in a pot.


“Relax, sweetheart, it’s just an interview.”


Her eyes widen and I can almost see the power lurking within her, twin flames always on the verge of escape. “I’m not supposed to be up here.” She steals a glance at the scry screens, the climbing vines, the disco ball overhead.


“We have special permission, dear.” I reach forward and pat her shoulder. This always reassures my nieces and nephews, although I’m not certain it’s having the same effect on her. “I’m a member of the Grunt Guild, so this room is free for my use. Maybe you’ll earn the same distinction someday.”


As she fiddles with the fringe on her shimmerfish jacket, sparks escape her fingers, leaving a scorch mark. Her mouth sours.


“Well. You seem to be at full strength. But the question is, how? How did you manage your spectacular recovery when no other mage has regained their lost powers?”


Kailey shrugs. “I’ve only been a sea sprite for a couple weeks. How should I know? Ask the Healers or the jengu.”


“Did you enjoy living topside? Are you part of a human spy network?”


Her eyes flash. Literally. I shift to the side so her electric currents skitter across the floor instead of zapping me in the chest.


“Sorry.”


“You didn’t answer my question.”


“Of course I’m not a spy. What would the humans want with this world anyway? None of them knows it exists!” Her voice grows small. “I sure didn’t.”


She seems sincere so I try a different tack. “What about your brother? He’s in Simple School, isn’t he?”


Kailey nods and bites her lip.


I lean forward. “Do you think it’s fair that you have magic while he doesn’t? Is it ethical for him to be excluded from TIDES?” She just stares at me, so I continue, “Do you resent your magic? Do you wish you were back topside and that you’d never come to the sea?”


She’s on her feet in an instant. “I won’t pretend I understand this place, with all these crazy powers that Finn can never share. And I won’t pretend I don’t wish he were here at TIDES with me.” She takes a deep gulp and her gills flap against her neck. “But don’t accuse me of hurting anyone or spying on this world. I’ve never seen anyplace more beautiful. And for the first time, I finally feel alive.”



Kailey Veil: Victim or Villain

Friday, February 28, 2014

5 Things to Never Eat Undersea

So, you're hiding  undersea. Maybe you're running from some watery form of the mafia. Or a hammerhead shark. Or maybe, like many sprites and humans before you, you just like it here. But at some point, you'll start to feel faint, your stomach will rumble, and you'll grab the nearest fish or plant and wonder--will this stuff kill me if I eat it?
Never fear, Surviving the Deeps will come to your rescue with timely tips (preferably read beforehand).
WHAT NOT TO EAT
  1. Barracuda. When these long, slimy creatures bare their teeth at you from holes in a nearby reef, you may, quite understandably, take a snap at them for their impudence. We strongly caution against this. Not only might they bite you first, but barracuda sometimes carry the poison, ciguatera, in their flesh, which makes them deadly to eat. How to tell if a barracuda is carrying the poison? You can't. Don't eat 'em.
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  2. Triggerfish. These skinny fish come in many different colors and sizes. Some bear leopard-patterned scales on top and big white spots on their sides. Others can be yellow with iridescent splashes of pink and blue. Unfortunately, they don't taste nearly as good as they look. Well, actually they might, but no one who eats them lives long enough to tell.
    Triggerfish
  3. Sea Slug. You might think you'd never consider eating a sea slug (and frankly, we don't recommend it), but you never know what you might try when serious hunger strikes. These stripey critters are quite flashy and would slip down your gullet with ease. The only problem is that their poison would then spread through your body with equal ease. So don't try grabbing them for a quick snack! You'll regret it.
    Sea Slug (Nudibranch)
  4. Sea anemone. These look like pretty flowers, swaying along the reef. But they'll sting you, sure as sunshine. Unless, of course, you're a clownfish. But even then, only certain clownfish can safely swim among certain anemones. Unwelcome visitors still get zapped.
    Sea Anemones
  5. Zoanthids. Like many other sea creatures, these reseemble various types of plants, from mat-like algae to showy flowers. But even in small amounts, many zoanthids are toxic, whether they are eaten or simply brushed against an open wound. So steer clear!
As always, Surviving the Deeps, accepts no responsibility for poisonings, bites, maimings or rashes.
Upcoming Lesson: What to eat and how not to be eaten undersea.
Until next time, swim free, dive deep, and stay alive!
What foods taste like poison to you?

Friday, February 21, 2014

How to survive in an Underwater Volcano

If you ever have the misfortune of being cast into an underwater volcano, here's what you should do.
Undersea volcano
Underwater volcano credits: volcanosea
First, take note whether the volcano is dormant or active. In most cases, this is easy to ascertain. Have you landed in or are you dangling over a pool of molten lava (hot, orange, smelly)? Are there glowing fissures or slow lava leaks on any interior surface of the crater? Is steam wafting from any cracks? What about bubble curtains or a sulfurous smell? (Keep in mind that we are only considering the volcano's inside since you'd be hard pressed to examine its exterior.) Also, if a scalding wave spews you from the top of the volcano, it's active. You have also escaped. Congratulations.
But if none of these evidences are present, I'm happy to say you are in a dormant volcano (We will not be held liable for damages due to spontaneous eruptions). In this case, you are free to scale the wall and simply swim away. Of course, the usual cautions apply to deep ocean diving. Watch out for giant tubeworms, sneaky sprites, and carnivorous coral. And giggly mermaids, who are just irritating. You may also want to keep an eye out for whoever threw you into the volcano in the first place. Then swim away as fast as your assorted arms, legs, or fins will take you.
If, on the other hand, you are in an active, steam-smoke-lava producing volcano, you may well be dead. Our condolences. On the slim chance that you have survived, this is our advice. If you are a power mage of any kind (shock, luminescent or shield), you have a great advantage. Shockers and lumins need only absorb the power emanating from the lava. Shield mages must immediately raise barriers to protect themselves. Once this is accomplished, your barrier will absorb the energy pounding its surface, thus enabling you to maintain your shield indefinitely. Or, at least, until you grow hungry or bored. In the interest of avoiding an accidental lapse in protection, it is advisable for shield mages to exit the volcano promptly, regardless of how comfortable or fascinating its glowing fires may seem.
Even shockers and lumins may crave a release from their volcanic experience. Take care not to be led astray by salamanders, firefish, or other indigenous creatures. They only want to lure you to your death (and their dinner). The most common problem for mages trapped in volcanos (other than pain, suffering, and ultimately, death) is that they become disoriented and can't find their way out. It's understandable, what with all the lava plumes and blinding steam. Many a sprite has been tempted to take a rest on the comfy pillow lava. But you must not give in to this impulse.
Instead, remember the law of gravity. Gather a handful of pebbles (preferably not melted) and drop one. Unless it is caught in a heated current, it will drift slowly to the crater floor. You should swim in the opposite direction, toward the top of the volcano. If, however, the pebble moves swiftly, this is a sign that it is caught in a heated updraft, or possibly even an eruption. You should then follow the pebble until you lose sight of it. Repeat this process until you clear the volcano's rim.
At this point, you should swim away as fast as you can (as explained above) and hunt down the moron/enemy/older brother or whoever dumped you in this mess. Also, please see a healer for any scrapes, burns, blisters or infections.
Once again, we at Surviving the Deeps are delighted to impart our oceans of wisdom. We regret we cannot provide follow-up support for volcanic accidents of any kind.
Upcoming lesson: What to eat and how not to be eaten in the Deep Sea
Until next time, swim free, dive deep, and stay alive!
 Why would someone throw you into a volcano?