one of those films I walked out of, wondering if it was god or not. Nicholas Cage often has that effect on me... Now I want to see it again. With some films, like the Brosnan remake of the Thomas Crowne Affair, the audience applauds, and in Europe passengers often applaud a smooth landing as their plane touches down.
The trick to all, writing, filmmaking or flying a jetliner, is in doing it with such skill it appears easy - when nothing could be further from the truth. To be sure, sometimes the words flow like a mountain spring, not to be denied, but sometimes those jumbles, while exuberant and joyful, also lack coherence. Or such is the case with me, at least. Still, pouring forth one's thoughts and ideas for others to smile, applaud at or even boo, is indeed an experience like no other...
Nurisher of the World is Yavanna, for her name means "giver of fruits"; she is also Kementari, "queen of the Earth".
She takes many forms, but often stands as tall as the most elegant cypress, green-robed and lit with a golden dew. All those who love the fruits of the Earth love Yavanna and worship her. She is the force that through the green fuse drives the flowers, and the first seeds of all the Olvar were devised and planted by her.
She is the protectress of all the fleet-footed Kelvar of woodland and field. It was Yavanna who brought forth the mighty forests of Arda, and she who, during the Ages of Darkness, protected life in the lands of Middle-earth with the Sleep of Yavanna - a great enchantment cast over Mortal Lands.
The greatest of her works was the making of the Trees of the Valar, and, after their destruction, it was she who coaxed from their charred stalks a single flower and a single fruit, from which the Moon and Sun were Made.
Spouse of Yavanna, with whom she shares the element of Earts, yet more deeply, is Aule the Smith, Maker of Mountains, master of all crafts, deviser of metals and gemstones.
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one of those films I walked out of, wondering if it was god or not. Nicholas Cage often has that effect on me... Now I want to see it again. With some films, like the Brosnan remake of the Thomas Crowne Affair, the audience applauds, and in Europe passengers often applaud a smooth landing as their plane touches down.
The trick to all, writing, filmmaking or flying a jetliner, is in doing it with such skill it appears easy - when nothing could be further from the truth. To be sure, sometimes the words flow like a mountain spring, not to be denied, but sometimes those jumbles, while exuberant and joyful, also lack coherence. Or such is the case with me, at least. Still, pouring forth one's thoughts and ideas for others to smile, applaud at or even boo, is indeed an experience like no other...
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