Making Memories with Ovid!

In today's class, we discussed memories, the first memories we remember having.  Well that finalized my decision on what to write about in my blog today.  I was thinking earlier today that I would share something about my reading habits.  I was reading The Metamorphoses before class and was hooked into it for almost three hours.  This is only possible for me in complete silence, or if I plug in my iPod and play a song on repeat for the duration of the reading session (I get distracted very easily).  I read in complete silence with all my textbooks, but for my books that I read on my own, I call them fun books, I pick a song.  This has been a habit of mine for a long time with every fun book that I have read.  I start by reading a couple chapters, experimenting with different songs that have a similar mood and "feel".  When one is decided upon, it plays on repeat every time I read the book until it is finished.  I love this habit, because I can relive the book in memory anytime by listening to that song.  I'm sure everyone has heard a song that reminds them of a time in the past, or a memory of some kind.  This is what I do for my love of reading and my love of music.

Anyway, I have come to consider Ovid's Metamorphoses as a fun book, so I have chosen a song for it.  I was debating sharing this song because I am semi-embarrassed of its origin.  I will start from the beginning:

I read the Twilight series starting when the first one published in 2005.  Then the movies came out, and I wasn't so impressed.  Nonetheless, I have seen all of them and have the score of Breaking Dawn Part 1 on my iPod.  The score is done by Carter Burwell, and in my opinion he did an amazing job.  To bring this back to point, I am reading Metamorphoses with a song from the score by Carter Burwell.  It is called A Nova Vida.  I think it has a good tone and brings a little something extra to reading Ovid. It will give me memories of Ovid into my future! A nova vida also translates to "a new life", which I think has a position in mythology, even with our theme of creation myths!! And everything comes back to trees (what came up in google for "a new life")..

If anyone is interested in listening to it, I'm sure it can be found on the internet somewhere.  For being from the Twilight movie, it is really good music.  I am partial to instrumental music though.

Dreams..

I had a set of dreams last night.  They don't all make sense together, but it was as if one began as soon as the one before ended, sort of mimicking flashbacks.  I have always had very detailed and vivid dreams, and could remember the details when I would wake up.  Some of these dreams have been with me since I was a child.  The oldest dream I remember took place when I was around six years old.  I know this because it happened before I moved to Montana.  My mother and I were riding a motorcycle on the highway when walls of bricks began forming around us.  I remember being scared when I woke up, but never found out how the dream ended until it continued in another dream a few years later, with my mother throwing me outside the bricks before the walls closed completely. I have no idea how something like that happens.  It is the mystery of dreams!  

Anyway, I haven't had dreams that detailed in a while, so you'll have to settle for the flashes.  My dreams last night began with people I do not recognize and myself inside a house.  A few people started breaking through barricades that we had around the house.  I'm not sure who these people were either, but I remember knowing they were the enemy.  I defended myself with a pencil to one man's chest, and then flashed to a road in the middle of nowhere with fields on either side.  I was again with people I do not recognize, but we were running from a darkness that I can only describe as a tornado that filled the entire sky behind us.  We were just beginning to think we weren't going to beat the darkness, when we saw a farmhouse not far from the road.  I had just opened the door when I flashed to a restaurant.  I was sitting at a table with my family, but couldn't decide what I wanted to eat.  I was confused because the waiter at this restaurant normally works at Buffalo Wild Wings, but there were pancakes on the menu.  Then I woke up to my alarm very hungry.

Synchronicity? I think yes!

So I was at the bookstore as soon as class was out today.  I went there to pick up some notecards, and passed by the stuffed animal section that I'm sure most everyone has seen.  There was a white sheep-looking animal that caught my eye.  I was drawn to it because of the Salish creation myth I read about with a Mountain Sheep in it.  As I read the tag attached to the ear to see if it truly was a sheep, it read "White Buffalo" along with the legend behind the White Buffalo.  This is a Lakota Souix legend about American Buffalo being a symbol of sacred life and abundance.  It is said that the birth of a white buffalo calf is the most prophetic of signs.  A long time ago, the Lakota Souix were starving with no game in sight in the Black Hills of South Dakota.  The Tribe sent two hunters out and along the way ran into a beautiful young woman dressed in white.  She returned with the young men to the camp and taught them the mysteries of the earth, how to pray and follow the proper path while on earth.  As she was leaving, she rolled upon the earth four times, changing color and turning into a white buffalo calf.  Just as she vanished, the tribe could see herds of buffalo surrounding the camps.

This is one of many tweaked versions of the myth.  I found this one the most enjoyable when researching on the internet.  It gives a little more detail than the tag on the stuffed white buffalo.  If you would like to read more about it, here is the link:

http://www.lightningmedicinecloud.com/legend.html

I also think I will count this as my mythological coincidence.  I was in our class, and then in the bookstore, where the great white buffalo found me.

I am officially a tree hugger!

This is me hugging my favorite white birch tree on campus.  I chose this tree because it reminds me of the birch tree planted in front of my grandmother's house.  I guess you could say it reminded me of my family, or my origins!

Thoughts on Phaethon's Ride

So I noticed that many of you were writing about the origins of your names.  The stories behind them were very interesting, and I would have liked to do the same with my name, but it was nearly impossible to find any story behind the origin of my name.  I read that it originated in England and it refers to a shelter where willows grow free.  Also, that it used to be rarely used, and very masculine!  With that, I am going to share my thoughts on Phaethon's Ride from Ovid's Metamorphoses.

First, there is a stanza from the beginning of the myth (page 34) that really caught my eye:

While eager Phaethon gazed at Vulcan's craft
Aurora, sleepless in the waking dawn,
Swung wide her purple gates and rose-tipped light
Glowed through her stairs and halls; retreating stars
Were closed in ranks by Lucifer who vanished
Even from his watchtower in the morning sky.

I really enjoyed the detail and description in this stanza.  The way that Ovid speaks of Aurora as a majestic and beautiful woman is lovely.  Reading this verse in Ovid's story is what really first peaked my interest in reading this book, and has kept me reading it to find more of them. I feel like when I took mythologies in high school, there was a name for this type of descriptive stanza, so if anyone knows it, please comment!  

Second, I gained feelings of sadness from hearing Earth speak on page 39 after Phaethon's destruction of most of the land.  There was so much detail to what she was feeling and how it was affecting her Universe.  I pitied her that it took her utter despair for the gods to do something about the wreckage of the world.  It seemed to me as though they were watching everything going on, and not caring as long as the Heavens were safe from Phaethon and Phoebus' chariot.  I was pained that the way to stop Phaethon had to end with death.  He was a child doing childish things.  Who can blame the kid for that?