At this early hour the sky is grey and misty. Fog creeps across the water hiding its blue-green brilliance. The mist veils all, yet in the distance, luminous rays of sunlight glance across the sky. I can see the mist disappate as the eastern sunlight envelopes the gray with golden rays, paint strokes of orange and pink.
The robins tweet joyfully and the trees are bursting with green buds, the promise of white blossoms soon. I’m enthralled by the dawn and the once dank becoming intensly vivid. Something inside me relaxes as morning awakes. It feels as if I’m in the middle of an impressionist sunrise.
Kyria had been warned since she was a small child, beyond the veil was dangerous. Her older siblings had told her monsters lived there, that there were witches waiting to eat a young child.
What the adults said wasn’t much better. Her Grandma Iris said she’d lose her soul if she was caught in the veil beyond. She talked about shape shifters and immortal creatures of the dark such as vampires and werewolves.
One day hanging the laundry on the line at her grandmothers, Kyria gazed at the veil nearby. She hadn’t thought of it for a long time and she wasn’t sure why it called to her now. She’d never admit she could hear the whispers of the creatures which lived their. They were tempting her and she knew it.
Did everyone in the village see the veil as she did? Kyria believed they had no idea where it physically was, that to them it was was only folklore for children and not a real thing; it was extremely real to Kyria and she knew for her grandmother as well.
Kyria was twenty-four and long past the age of adulthood. Her parents lived together and her siblings with their families. She hadn’t found a suitable man to marry so her father decided she should move in with her ailing Grandmother and care for her. He thought she needed to be of use somewhere since she hadn’t married quickly as her sisters did.
The more Kyria thought about the veil and the mist shrouding it, the more she thought about how she’d never put herself out there in life. She’d always done what she was told and when others failed she was the one who took their place, who filled in so everything went smoothly.
It was how she made up for her so-called “selfishness,” still being single and not having children for her family and village. She wondered why she had never pushed her boundaries and was tired of being ruled by her father’s and her grandmother’s whims.
Kyria loved her Grandma Iris the most because she understood Kyria better than anyone. But her grandma still cautioned her to never cross the veil daily. But grandma was inside sleeping and Kyria heard the whispers from veil more and more these days. They were a sirens call to her.
She ignored all she had been told by her grandma, her family, and her friends as a child. She decided today she would cross the shrouded veil into the other world. Dropping the laundry Kyria walked towards the veil and into the mist surrounding it. The veil shimmered as she came closer and sonorous voice could be heard singing on the other side.
When she reached the line where the spiritual and natural worlds met Kyria stopped for a moment and stood. She smiled and with both hands raised in front of her she was able to feel the mystical energy she was about to pass through.
She stepped into the shimmering fog and breathed deeply. Her long blond hair flew out behind her and it was the last thing her grandmother saw as she watched her granddaughter cross into the other world.
Grandma Iris sighed in frustration but she knew as it had been with her, the veil had been too much of a temptation for Kyria. She knew that adventure and discovery awaited her sheltered granddaughter. As it had been with Iris, the veil and it’s magic was in Kyria’s blood. Grandma Iris was the only one besides Kyria who actually could see the veil, she had made herself guardian of the gateway and hoped Kyria would take over for her one day.
But as the last of Kyria’s blond hair slipped through veil and disappeared, Iris couldn’t help being thrilled for her granddaughter. What awaited Kyria would shape and change her. It would motivate and hurt her, it would be an experience far beyond the scope anyone in the village would ever experience.
Iris blew a kiss towards the veil and whispered a blessing for Kyria. The feelings of excitement in Iris were so intense it was as if it were fifty-years-ago and she herself was crossing the veil.
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that precedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name… The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
If you’ve read my blog before you’ll know one of my favourite beauty and lifestyle bloggers is Kate from The Small Things Blog. She does some awesome makeup tutorials as well as her forte, wonderful and easy to follow hairtutorials. Kate used to be a hairstylist before she had her two lovely baby boys.If you have mid- length to longer hair and you have second-day hair, or you want to throw-up your first day hair into a wonderful messy bun, here are a couple of YouTube videos by Kate on how to get the perfect messybun. The second video works best for me, but you might find her most recent method better for your hair. It is up to you 🙂
To make texture in my own hair for a messybun, I will often tease the hair at the crown of my head with a salon brand of dry shampoo (such as Bedhead or Scruples) and a rat-tail comb. I also use Unite Texture Spray to give my hair more volume, texture, and a lived in messy look, followed by more teasing at the sides and underneath of my hair.
You can curl or make waves in your hair before you make your messy bun, as Kate often does, but as long as you make your hair a mess with products, such as the two I suggested, I don’t find curling your hair or making waves before is necessary if you have straight hair. If your hair doesn’t stay in a messy state and begins to fall before you put it up into a bun you might want to use hairspray such as Davon’s Strong Hairspray (which you are still able to comb out) before you put your hair up. A light mist will do. As well as a mist over your hair when you are finished styling your hair into a messy bun.
Generally, the messy bun is a hairstyle you want to be able to do fast, to get the hair out of your face, or to do a hairstyle that still looks nice but is able to be done on hair that won’t do much else. A messy bun is a style that works well if you have small children, but it is also stylish enough to do to go have dinner with a friend or another couple.
Please watch these two wonderful messy bun tutorial videos below by Kate. If you can’t see the videos when you receive my blog in your email, you will have to go into my blog to see the videos, or click the links provided above the videos to go right to Kate’s blog page of the tutorial.
Thanks for reading and watching and make sure to check out more of Kate’s Hair Tutorials on her blog. Kate makes doing pretty looks with your hair look easy and I love that you can actually do the styles she teaches you to do, as compared to some other YouTube or other, hair tutorial videos!