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Cretan Beaches
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Summer Songs
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Beach Poetry
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Beaches
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Modesty �he Beach
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Pros & Cons
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Midnight Dancers
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Tides
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Early in the mornin� you go down to the shore and watch the
sun just begin to g�e over the crest of the green and brown, dappled mountain, glimmering on the waters below. Water does not get any clearer than the Mediterranean, especially around the island of Crete. On good days you can see straight to the bottom - even in deeper areas - and count the shells and sponges in the sand below. The water is green like aqua marine and blue like sapphires. If you have ever seen a perfect dewdrop, the kind that are so delicate and shiny they look like diamonds playing on a leaf, then you know what the sea looks like-a thousand, thousand glistening dewdrops. The old fish ing boats docked nearby add an aura of quaintness to the scene. It brings you back to humanity's more romantic days, and you can easily imagine yourself an ancient princess of this antique land. What would the shore be without its smell? It would not be its own place, unique from every other location in the world. The smell is both salty and watery at once, a great paradox, and fills one's mind with sandy, sunny, beachy thoughts, and the taste of seafood. Then there is the feel of the sand. Its dry, hot coarseness is the perfect antithesis of the soft, crystalline coolness of the water. At first, the crispness is almost too much, and being genuinely cold, shivering, brings back thoughts of those winter months. Then you jump in, and the water engulfs you, rippling around your hands and cooling your face. The sound of the sea is overwhelming, like a quiet song. It just begs to be listened to, its swishing, syncopated rhythm. The sounds differ from each other; there is the pounding of the rocks like a mighty kettledrum accompanied by the gentle swishing along the sand like a bow stroking a violin string. It is as sweet a noise as silence. As the day wears on the sun begins to glare. The first bus pulls up, big and green and garish, a huge chunk of manmade convenience to taint God's natural beauty. With it comes the tourists, stripped down to their bikinis (or less), and you find yourself often turning your eyes away. The sun gets brighter and it is time to put on sunglasses. It is about this time that the shallow water begins to get stagnant. The reek of dead fish rises up from the fishing boats. You smell of sweat and sunscreen and you start to wrinkle your nose. The salt is dry in your mouth, tasting sticky and
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quiet song. It just begs to be listened to, its swishing, syn copated rhythm. The sounds differ from each other; there is the pounding of the rocks like a mighty kettledrum accom panied by the gentle swishing along the sand like a bow stroking a violin string. It is as sweet a noise as silence. As the day wears on the sun begins to glare. The first bus pulls up, big and green and garish, a huge chunk of manmade conve nience to taint God's natural beauty. With it comes the tourists, stripped down to their bikinis (or less), and you find yourself often turning your eyes away. The sun gets brighter and it is time to put on sunglasses. It is about this time that the shallow water begins to get stag nant. The reek of dead fish rises up from the fishing boats. You smell of sweat and sunscreen and you start to wrinkle your nose. The salt is dry in your mouth, tasting sticky and bitter. The sand is burning now, and you feel like a Nomad in an Arabian desert as you run in your flip flops. You run back down to the water, only to find that it has lost much of its former crispness, but at least it cools your feet. One thing remains unchanged: the sound of the sea, it keeps on playing. Voices, all speaking in different languages, almost drown it out, and the occasional dirty sound of a swearword obliterates the beauty of the entire place. However, there is one sound mixed with the waves that reinforces the song and makes it beautiful again. Human laughter, bubbling with the water and rippling with the waves, delights the ears and the heart. It flows forth freely from in fants and parents bouncing in the waves and sweeps along the sand after running children. It does not mar the sound of the sea, but completes it. The beach is a bit like the whole world, full of beautiful things to embrace and enjoy, as well as nasty things which must be shut out.
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Summer is the time for parties by the beach and cookouts in the backyard. What would a party be without music? It's the time for rolling the windows down and cranking that music up. To start off your summer playlist, here are ten of my fa~ vorite summer songs: Beat This Summer
This upbeat country tune is off of Paisley's new album Wheelhouse, and is a ·-� recent discovery of mine. The quirky instrumental makes you want to dance, ana the fun vocals keep you singing along at the top of your lungs. When do I think you should listen to this? It'd be a fun one for a beach party!_·
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Now here is one for rocking out by the bonfire with all your friends! I can't help turning up the base and singing along while I drive whenever this comes on the radio. Jake Owen created the perfect summer anthem with this one - and who doesn't love going barefoot on a warm summer night? When do I think you should listen to this? Like I said - bonfire!
Five O'clock Somewhere
Anyone with a job, internship, summer school, or anything else that keeps you in doors on a warm summer day can relate to this timeless classic by Alan Jackson. Who wouldn't want to clock out at lunchtime and head out into the sunshine? Any country music fan worth their salt will know this song, so it's perfect for singing along to with friends at any party. When do I think you should listen to this? When you are in the middle of a long day, or at any party.
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In recent months, there have been three key moments in the modesty discussion on and offline. The first came in the form of Jessica Ray's "The Evolution of the Swimsuit"; the second was "Don't Blame the Bikini, Blame the Bikini Culture" by Sharon Hodde Miller with Caryn Rivadeneira and Rachel Marie Stone; and the third was "Modesty: I Don't Think It Means What You Think It Means" by Rachel Held Evans. These three articles have sparked a frenzy of healthy debate on the subject of modesty that I believe is long overdue. I've had the comments about two pieces being immoral and immodest flung at me, even when my two-piece overlapped, but the mere fact that there was a physical break in the fabric, and maybe, just maybe, if I raised my arms too high, you might see a millimeter of skin, was too much for these people. My mother tells stories about grow ing up in the 6os and 70s and practically living at the neighborhood pool during the summer, and she and her sisters always wore two-pieces and it was never an issue of modesty. While I love Jessica Ray's swimsuit designs, I disagree with her evaluation of what it means to be modest and the reasons behind being modest. While I agree with everything Miller, Rivadeneira, and Stone point out, I still feel like the best commentary so far is Evans' article. She points out the misinterpretations of language in the Bible that have led us to the point where it's fine to gossip about others and slander people's names because of how they dress in the name of modesty with no thought of sin, while buying a skirt above the knees might just send us to hell. When it truly comes down to it, immodesty is a symptom of a bigger problem. If we're living a humble and honest life, modesty should come as second nature, which is why modesty is about the reasons behind the choices we make with our clothing. Having spent extensive time overseas, I know for a fact that modesty differs in every country, which is why the thought behind the clothing means much more to me than the clothing itself. This is not denying the clothing, it is simply making an examination of conscience before putting on the clothing, rather than adjusting to everyone else's opinions on modesty. This is not denying the instruction of church leaders, it is addressing a deeper issue than how much or how little fabric I need to put on myself before others will think well of me. When we limit modesty to the clothes we wear, we're limiting the true :c:.!llo.!:1.:.::... idea of modesty to a bare minimum that those who feel obligated to participate. is nothing more than a hollow statement to brings on more risque fashions... So while you're out in this warm weather that
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Here are ten thinc'.>5 you can do other than worryin3 about modesty: 10. Downsize your wardrobe. Seriously, take a good look at your closet. How many __ do you own? How many do you wear on a regular basis? Could you do with less? Grab a bin or a garbage bag and start filling it up. The clothes are going to go to a used goods store. My hometown has sev足 eral where you can sell your clothing for in-store credit or cash. I take my clothes there first, and whatever I don't sell goes to a local thrift store or Goodwill.
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9. Stop buyin retail. Stop it. Forget about the economy needing to be saved by your weekend shop足 ping spree, and just don't do it. Remember those thrift stores from earlier? Start there. 99 cent deals at Goodwill are amazing. My friends and I have made shopping a game. You're only allowed to pick things off the racks that are 99 cents, and from that you can only pick items you need for your wardrobe. They must fit perfectly; no almost-fits. This, of course, excludes special occasion clothes. If you're lucky enough to find a special occasion dress for 99 cents you grab it.
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8. Watch Your Lan ua/q;e. I'm not talking about swearing. In a recent conversation with a guy friend, I realized somet'liing no one had ever said to me when talking about modesty. The words you use, even to describe a real situation, often have more of an effect on how a man views your body (or allows himself to view your body) than how you dress. Certain words trigger certain images, and so in the future I'm going to worry more about my words than my clothes around members of the opposite sex. 7. Find the Good If you're looking for the bad in people, you will find it. The next time you're in public, instead of criticizing everything you disagree with, try complimenting what you like about that person. They have a lovely figure. Their hair is a beautiful color and styled nicely. That shade of green is particularly pretty with their skin tone, etc. People should be attractive in body and spirit; don't discount the body as a sinful object just because the rest of the world exploits it. 6. Buy Ethical Brands. The idea of all this research scares me with it's enormity, but we should care about how our products are being made. Now with that in mind, my Global Economics professor made some very good points about emerging economy labor that some of us in the U.S. and other first world nations might scoff at, but it's true. What if the child working in that factory that you've now deemed unethical because of child labor is the only monetary provider for his/her family? What if that factory overseas is not up to U.S. employee standards, but is the nicest factory that exists in that country? In our choice to be ethical with what products we support, we also need to be practical and put ourselves in other people's shoes. 5. Surround Yourself with Positive People. Especially in more conservative communities, we often forget that we can pick our friends. If you notice a friend is being particularly judgemental of spe足 cific individuals about anything, from modesty to their political party, politely remind them about having a Christian attitude. We can't always be positive, but I feel that many of us have stopped trying (I know I have at certain points in my life), and it's not right to let that slide. If a friend con足 tinues to be very judgemental, maybe you shouldn't be friends with them. Even though you might share the same beliefs, we have to be careful with how those beliefs are made manifest in the world.
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Ten Thln3s by Neri Preslin (Continued) 4. Respect Other Cultures. I've spent time abroad in both Europe and East Asia, and modesty is not the same across borders. For example, in South Korea, short shorts and skirts are acceptable for women, but you rarely see a neckline that even hints at cleavage, while in the U.S. I might wear a shirt with a neckline below my collarbone, but I would never leave house in a Korean mini-skirt without leggings underneath. Don't judge other cultures based on your standards. Keep your stan dards, but try to understand how and why modesty is different from culture to culture.
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3. Stop Tryin to Please Everyone. Yes, respect other cultures and your faith, but you're not going to be able to please everyone, so don't try. As long as you are comfortable in mind and body with what you're wearing and you are in control of your attitude (which is often where real immodesty occurs), you shouldn't have a guilty conscience. 2. Embrace Yourself! You were created by God in His image, and like the song says, don't hide it under a bushel, truly let it shine. Your legs, knees, chest, face, earlobes--every piece of you is won derfully made. Once you become confident in your God-given body, it will be much easier to be modest in that body. Take it from someone who's been that awkward, fully-developed eleven year old, and is now in her mid-twenties: being afraid of what you look like never helps. 1. Mind Your Own Business. It sounds so easy, but it's really very hard to do. Don't spend your time worrying about others and their modesty, focus on yourself. Likewise, if someone else seems par ticularly hung up on your modesty, let them know it's none of their business. Especially boy friends. These men might turn out to be your husbands, so if they're making comments about how it's fine for you to wear some tank top when it's just them around, but they want you way more covered up in public, that is not okay. Let them know that your body is not theirs. I truly think this is an important conversation to have when discussing married life with potential can didates. Your future husband is going to get to see you as no one else ever has, but that does not make your body an object that only he gets to control. Draw boundaries, and let people know what they can and cannot comment on when it comes to you. You'll be glad you did later on.
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Beae!-heS When I was six we moved for the first time in my life. The trip was a long one from my home state of Washington, across the country, to Florida. We left Wash ington in cool weather and arrived in heat and humidity, but I was excited. It count ed as an adventure, after all. One of the first things we did was visit the beach, albeit unintentionally. I remember staring out the window of the van and hearing Mom and Dad discussing whether or not we should make the stop. "The kids aren't dressed for the beach," said Mom. Dad countered, "The sunset should be really nice." "Well, so long as they don't get wet." She turned to look at my older brother, my younger sister, and myself. "We're stopping at the beach for a bit, so be careful not to get your clothes wet, okay?"
iiiiiiiill�I personally wasn't thrilled - I was tired and didn't feel like getting out cl' the car. �Kill -== _ We tumbled out anyway, excited at the prospect of feeling real -- sand for the first time. The weather was perfect; a cool evening breeze blew in from the sea, and most beachgoers were head- z ing home. I was reveling in the feel of sand squishing around my feet when I heard a wave roll in, and then a small, sharp scream. I turned around and saw my sister, then only four years old, sitting waist deep in the water.
"But I didn't mean to," my sister said, bewilderment clear on her face. "The water made me do it!" Little did she know that 'the water made me do it' would become a family catchphrase. She's seventeen now, not four, but we still quote her. That small escapade was the first of many romps to the beach. We had routines, depending on which beach we visited. One beach - nicknamed the Sugar Sand beach warranted a trip to the Atlanta Bread Company for a snack on the way there, or a dinner stop at Sonic Burger on the way home. Sometimes we would go early in the morning and eat at the cafe on the beach, watching the sunrise and defending our food from seagulls. We visited several beaches during the three years we lived in Florida, and what amazed me was how every beach was different. Some beaches had no sand; in stead there were painful shards of crushed seashells, or tiny pebbles. Sometimes the water was full of seaweed, and I was too squeamish to run around in it; sometimes the water was warm, sometimes cold. And there were times that we couldn't swim at all because of shark or jellyfish warnings.
few of my favorite beach memories involved a tiny baby octopus, a trove of -------=--: - - shark teeth, and a terrifying encounter with a camouflaged fish with enormou1�s�= =� _ teeth. My favorite memory of my time living in Florida, though, was our last :----'-'-- trip to the beach. We were moving back to Washington in a few days, and we -=::::::::: wanted to say good-bye to our home-away-from-home.
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The day was perfect. The water was clear, the beach wasn't overly crowded, and everyone was in a good mood. I had a new pair of goggles especially for the occasion; the kind that covers both eyes and the nose and makes you look like a dork, but at least you can see
I swam under the water....
And the blue world around me exploded as fish of every size, shape, and color darted in circles around me, a veritable Finding Nemo in real life. I chased fish around for hours, until I could hear Mom's faint voice calling, telling me it was time to come up, we had to leave. 'i'he spectacular sight of those fish, and the fun of trying to catch them, is a memory I will never forget. I didn't like everything about the beach - sand in my swimsuit, roasting in the hot sun, seaweed - but the pros far outweighed the
by Eulalia Hogers
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You are all set for a day of fun, frolic, sunlight and swimming down by the shore. You've packed your towels, sunscreen and sunglasses. There's just one little question that has been haunting your mind. It is the same question that seems to perpetually haunt the female race; what should I wear and will it be modest enough? That last word "enough" already implies that there are different degrees of modesty. The question then is, what is appropriate at the beach? You wouldn't wear a Sunday dress to a barbeque; in the same way, your beach style is distinct from other kinds of dress. That being said, modesty does not become obsolete just beacuse you are at the beach. Three key factors can help determine what is, or is not, appropriate attire for a beach day: the message, the practicality, and the situation of your swimwear. The primary purpose of modesty is to preserve one's priceless human dignity as a daughter of God and to protect our brothers from temptation. Our clothing sends a message to the world. Society tells us that dressing modestly shows we value ourselves as more than just a body, but as a human person with a divinely-animated soul; and thus we deserve to be treated with the respect owed to a woman. With that in mind, some basic guidelines can be set which have been proven by history, men's commentary, and good-old common-sense to be sensible standards of modesty.
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• front. Halter-tops can be problematic for this reason, because if hair covers the halter, • • it looks like you are wearing nothing at all! •
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Bikinis are obviously out. They don't send a message of "I have worth and feminine dignity," but of "I want to show off my body." Also, good Christian men, time-and-again, have stated that such attire forces them to avert their eyes. A study done at Princeton university revealed that when men see a bikini clad woman the part of the brain that focuses on engaging another person literally shuts down. The woman becomes an object. Modesty starts with banishing the bikini.
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That being said, there should be some practicality to one's swim gear as well, namely, it should be, well, swimmable. Looking back in history, we see clearly the problem of over dressing at the beach. Before 1910, women wore full dresses or pantaloons to the shore. These outfits may have been modest outside the water, but once the fabric got wet it clung to the skin and lost its effectiveness. The "beach machines" which carried the ladies out to the water had to be equipped with screens to keep the wet women from being spotted. Also, swimwear should not be so bulky that the wearer drowns or has heatstroke. A healthy amount of comfort should be permissible for beach attire, and can actu ally be more modest than wearing loads of fabric. Different occasions require different attire. Thus, the standards of modesty need not be as high at the beach as they are in other situations. All the same, you shouldn't wear your underwear anywhere in public, and let's face facts: bikinis are waterproof underwear. (Guys, so are "Speedos.") The middle ground is the firmest ground, and a swimsuit that has both a fair amount of coverage but also practi cality and comfort is the most appropriate form of beach attire. The 1910s saw an increase in swimming as recreation, and hence the renovation of the swimsuit. While this decade began the decline in modesty standards it can still be used as inspiration for modern swimmers seeking modest options. Suits typically covered the upper leg and some upper arm, but were more fitted than former outfits, balancing practicality with modesty. A one-piece suit with plenty of coverage coupled with shorts is a similar option.Long tankinis and shorts are also stellar. Guys, for your part, consider wearing a t-shirt before and after going in the water. The trick of beach modesty is to be comfortable while still being able to show off the beauty of one/s heart more than one/s body.
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August, the time of year when summer draws towards the end and the common theme of "back-to-school," or "back-to-work" for some, is on everyone's mind. However, August also happens to be the perfect month for visiting a beach. It's that time of the year where the water has had the full months of June and July to warm up to a "just-right" temperature, but not so late where the air starts to become chilly, as in September. While a new school year starts to pile on the stress, what can be better than spending the final days of summer relaxing lazily on a sandy beach? As it turns out though, beaches may not be all they're cracked up to be. Who would want to sit out on the score ing hot sand in the blazing sun while they could be sitting contently at home with their nice air-conditioning system? Besicfes t at, tl].ere's the con stant worry for su burn - the chance 0£ hich increases dramati cally in an open area such as a beach. N to mention all the sand! Sand that gets into everything: food, ba ing suits, beach towels, buckets -you name it, and sand finds it! Plus, if you go into the act�..... kelp-infested water-- ou can rubbing on sunscr e become
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the beach--the salty, g even sandier, and than it already
Speaking of the water and sand, whose bright idea was it to put all those rocks between the place where the waves wash over the shore and the actual sand of the beach? They only hurt your feet and make getting into the water all the more challenging. Besides all the uncomfortableness of the beach, there's also the time it takes to pack, and, once you're through with your trip, unpack! Who really wants to unpack when they come back from the beach tired, sandy, and hot? If it doesn't get done upon your return, it might end up being left for the morning, and by that time sand seems to get crusted on every thing. No, beaches don't seem to be worth all the trouble. It would be much better to stay home, where you don't have to deal with any of the beach horrors. But, despite the heat, there always seems to be a breeze at the beach, a lovely breeze that carries the sweet scent of the salty ocean air. The sand, though it sticks to everything, is quite soft, like a velvet carpet, and quite good for your feet. Taking a long walk by the water's edge in that velvet sand can be quite divine. And the sand is perfect for building monumental sand castles, the likes of which cannot be built anywhere else.
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Even the water can be fun with its constant waves. If you can manage to get out far enough, you can bob over the waves gently as they try to push you back to shore. Even if you're not a surfer, it is always fun to "ride" the waves on a body board, or even just by yourself without any board at all!
And the stones? Well, they are actually quite pretty, since the sea washes over� them practically a million and more times a day. They are so smooth a beautiful, and some are even as pretty as stained glass! They're ·,..� �...... perfect for embellishing a sand ' .. castle made by the seaside, or jus for taking home to put in a 1ar as a reminder of all the fun. .
o, by the end of the day, perhaps a beach trip eally i worth all the hassle. After all, it doesn't get much better than lying on the cooling sand, wearing a hoodie over tliat bathing suit, and singing along to the tune of a guita the bright orange sun sets beyond the oc an.
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The Midnight Dancers reviewed by Una Van der Stroom The Midnight Dancers is a retelling by Regina Doman of the Grimm's fairy-tale The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Doman is the author of the popular Fairy Tale Novels series, and The Mid night Dancers is the fifth book. The story centers around the twelve Durham daughters--who live in a strict Protestant house hold--and focuses particularly on the frustration of the eldest daughter, Rachel, with her monoto nous life. When the girls discover a secret passage that leads down to the beach near their home, the way is paved for nighttime swimming, midnight boat rides with local boys, and dances on an island with the mysterious owner. Worried about his daughters' secrecy, their father enlists the aid of a young medic from his army days: Paul Fester. He agrees to find out what the girls are up to, but must struggle to gain their trust. This book holds up to the standards previous ly set by the rest of the Fairy Tale Novels. It is a
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thrilling page-turner, and at times comes across as deeper than the other books, in the sense that it addresses the question of whether one can be truly good without recognizing the beauty of goodness. Rachel's resentful attitude irritated me at the start of the book, but she matured as the story progressed, and by the time the novel ended, I found her much more sensible and less self-centered than she was at the start. Paul, who was first introduced in Doman's novel Waking Rose, is as awesome as I remembered him. How can you not like a guy who is a ninja, juggles, and can say the Rosary in Japanese? One thing to note about this book is that the villain of the story is the most psychotic yet of Regina Doman's novels. He is unpredictable, and that makes him even more frightening. Some readers may find this too difficult to read, though I felt it added to the story. In the original Grimms' fairy-tale, there is no concrete villain, but for the sake of dramatic inter pretation, I think having a villain was a good choice for this novel. And although I found him frightening, he works well as a counterpoint for the hero, Paul, who is a champion for all that is good, true, and beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book--as I have all of Regina Doman's previous novels. Be cause of the villain and the topics within, I recom mend it for ages eighteen and up.
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