Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
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I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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A Message for Noah
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, Noah, and his sister, Faith, who lived in Heaven a very long time ago. They lived there with their family waiting for the day when they could be born and live on earth with their mom and dad.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Families
Landart and the Sublime
Landart and the Sublime "Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm." This famous scene from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring conjures images of terror and magnificence along with the great strength of a single man confronting the Balrog, a servant of the dark. Tolkien put in words that which we have difficulty understanding while in the moment of experiencing the sublime. As a professor of English language and literature, Tolkien knew what literary theorists had designated as the sublime. It is also likely that Tolkien was equally knowledgeable about the sublime in art. He may have seen John Martin's The Great Day of His Wrath (1851 - 3). This painting, the third in Martin's Judgement Series, depicts St. John The Divine's fantastic account of the Last Judgement given in Revelations. Confronting the Balrog and the great storm of His Wrath are expressions of the sublime. While literary theorists and art historians have leaned toward terror and magnificence, there are others that have looked upon the majesty, wonder, and beauty of our world in awe. Often experiencing a profound mix of emotions and engulfed in the wonder of it all we find ourselves contemplating our place in this vast world and the universe. Land Art is an extension of the sublime depicted in literature and art to an actual experience of the sublime in nature.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Earth
For the Love of Aurora
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, the King and Queen desired to have a family. Their names were King Stefan and Queen Leah. They ruled the kingdom together, caring for the needs of their citizens. Yet, every evening before retiring, they would talk of the day that they would be able to care for a son or a daughter. It would be many years before their desires would be fulfilled.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
Music of the Soul
Stephani and her little family came to visit one last time before moving to Clovis, NM. We had spent the past year getting to know each other, a reunion that I had not anticipated since she was born. Twenty-eight years later, mother and daughter reunited. She and her family were coming to go through boxes to find everything I had on my pregnancy, correspondence with her adoptive parents, pictures, etc. We found lots of little treasures in one box that seemed to have a mixture of artifacts from my life that had nothing to do with each other. Layer after layer was extracted and examined. Tiny piles grew into larger piles as we determined the nature of each item. At the very bottom of the box there was a Ziploc bag with gold medals from music competitions that I participated in as a teenager living in Indiana.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Confessions
Beneath The Trees
For one bright year, it was just me and thee Playing beneath the apple and pear trees. Along came another, so bright and fair Teary, glassy, blue eyes and dark brown hair. Little mothers to be, beneath the trees Learning to love, nurture, snuggle, and tease. Another year together, me and thee Playing beneath the apple and pear trees.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Poets
The Woods
The olden wooden bridge echoed each step as the heel of my black leather boots tapped the slats that stretched the width of the winter river below. As I walked, my slender piano fingers glided over the splintered railing to the rhythm of the rushing water underfoot. Extended fingers searched for the smooth silvery heads of the nails amidst the weathered splintered planks. With each needle-sharp snag, my hand jumped slightly to avoid sticking myself.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Earth
Chasing Dreams
In the early morning, my mind continued to play back the feelings and emotions from the dreams of my twilight sleep. I rolled over onto my side and my eyes rested on the shadowy figures of my husband of 20 years. Even in the dark, I could make out the details of his face. Black hair crowned his head, framed his lips, and sheltered his eyes. The Spanish nose and the strong French jaw. Light crept in through the slats of the blinds, casting light across the covers draped over his broad muscular shoulders.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
