This year has been busy, and I feel like this blog is collecting cobwebs for the season. Back in May, I wanted to post a blog about The Little Mermaid and its original soundtrack, but I got sidetracked with work, life, and other projects. Pretty soon the Barbie movie whirled a pink hurricane into the media, and my topic became less relevant media-wise. Barbie was a fun to see in the theater, which was mostly empty.
I haven't straight out typed up a blog entry since the 00's, and this time I just feel like writing. If you want to get to the harp video, skip ahead. I am not stopping you.
This year has been full of work, Spring cleaning, dance classes, reading random books, practicing German and Russian, squeezing harp into my schedule, and reconnecting with someone I hadn't talked to in a few years. I hardly had time to write until September when a contest motivated me to flex my creativity once more. Deadlines can be inspiring, because opportunities don't last forever.
Okay, I guess I'm getting to my harp video sooner. This year I almost did not make a Halloween harp video, due to technical issues with my camera, my computer, and I misplaced a specific costume I wanted to use. I wish I had more time to do more harp videos, but I must work to pay my bills.
If you would like some more fun facts about this video, feel free to check out my music page on Facebook, Faery Halo.
Otherwise, carry onward and enjoy my harp video for the Halloween season.
Besides harping, I have been meming lately. Memes are quicker art sometimes, so it was easy to find time to slip a meme onto my meme page. Still, I didn't get to complete all the memes I wanted to create this Halloween, so a few ideas will be saved for next year, along with my costume for the next Halloween Harp video.
Here is my meme page, Caro Memes.
Beware, some of my memes are edgy, but most are geared toward a nostalgic millennial audience.
Also, I feel spirited to write a Halloween poem.
Hallowed Air
The sickle's edge fades
as tears dry and memories raise.
The year nears the end,
but not the end
of life - just the bend
in the wheel of the year.
Candles bloom, and carmel sticks
to unbobbed apples.
Children cheer
in a lack of fear,
treating death like a mirror.
Moonlight looms, and souls rest
in graves unrobbed.
The scarecrow warns
nothing that is known,
yet in the air,
the season is never outgrown.
