Friday, November 13, 2009

Oh, Bother :)

piglet: how do you spell love?
pooh: you don't spell it. you feel it.

I used to believe in forever, but forever is too good to be true. -Winnie the Pooh



Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known. -Winnie the Pooh

xoxo, Coral
























Thursday, November 12, 2009

So She Dances...

"A waltz when she walks in the room, she pulls back the hair from her face, she turns to the window to sway in the moonlight, even her shadow has grace... A waltz for the girl out of reach, she lifts her hands up to the sky, she moves with the music, the song is her lover, the melody's making her cry... So she dances, in and out of the crowd like a glance... This romance is from afar calling me silently... A waltz for the chance I should take, but how will I know where to start?She's spinning between constellations and dreams, her rhythm is my beating heart... So she dances in and out of the crowd like a glance...This romance is from afar calling me silently... I can't keep on watching forever, I give up this view just to tell her "When I close my eyes I can see the spotlights are bright on you and me, we've got the floor and you're in my arms how could I ask for more?" So she dances in and out of the crowd like a glance... This romance is from afar calling me silently, I can't keep on watching forever and I'm givin' up this view just to tell her..." by Josh Groban

xoxo, Coral


Monday, November 9, 2009

"My queen..my wife...my love..." -King Leonidas

Lance and I watched the movie 300 a couple days ago. What an amazing movie. Besides being an incredibly artistic and epic film, I love how strong the family is portrayed, and how powerful the women are shown to be. Throughout the battles, you can see King Leonidas thinking about his wife, he was fighting for her, to save her, to make sure his family and all of Sparta was safe. His last words were "My queen...my wife...my love..." Not only was he fighting for her, but back in Sparta, Queen Gorgo was fighting for her husband as well. She was doing everything she could to have help sent out to him. The love they had for each other, their son, and their country...nothing selfish.



"There's only one woman's words that should affect the mood of my husband. Those are mine."



"We must send the entire Spartan army to aid our king in the preservation of not just ourselves, but of our children. Send the army for the preservation of liberty. Send it for justice. Send it for law and order. Send it for reason. But most importantly, send our army for hope - hope that a king and his men have not been wasted to the pages of history - that their courage bonds us together, that we are made stronger by their actions, and that your choices today reflect their bravery."

"Remember us." As simple an order as a king can give. "Remember why we died." For he did not wish tribute, nor song, nor monuments nor poems of war and valor. His wish was simple. "Remember us," he said to me. That was his hope, should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be. May all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones, "Go tell the Spartans, passerby, that here by Spartan law, we lie."

xoxo, Coral








Saturday, November 7, 2009

"So I put my hands up they're playing my song, the butterflies fly away...."


xoxo, Coral

Friday, November 6, 2009

What is morally right?

My favorite class I am taking is Human Development with Dr. Walker. She is absolutely brilliant. Today in class, we began talking about moral development, specifically with Kohlberg's stages/theory. We went through the stages in levels as preconventional, conventional, and postconventional morality. I find this all fascinating, and I was excited to learn more about the subject. But Dr. Walker gave us an example that made us all stop and think: is there a black and white, right and wrong to every decision? Is it possible that making the right decision is wrong and visa versa? The example she gave us is as follows:
A woman was in the hospital with a very very bad cancer that no medicine known to man can cure. Her doctor knew that she only had about 6 months left to live. She lay all day in such immense pain. This pain was excruciating, but he knew that she was so weak, that giving her ether or morphine would only kill her faster. She told the doctor she couldn't stand the pain and she asked him to give her enough ether to kill her. She said she only had a little while left to live anyway.
I didn't quite get the entire example word for word, but that was the basic idea. What would you do? It was easy for the other medical students in the room to say that they wouldn't because mercy killing is against the law, and their licenses would be taken away. Some also said no, because who are we to choose to end a human life? But then Dr. Walker asked what we would do if it was someone we loved, laying in excruciating pain all day long every day with no ease at all. Preconventional thinking would agree with the medical students, they aren't doing it so as to not get into trouble. Conventional morality would feel that it is only up to God to take away a life. Postconventional morality takes the perspective of all involved-especially the dying woman because she is less fortunate. Postconventional morality says that right and wrong may conflict with written laws and authority- that perhaps it would be the best to grant her her wish.
I have no idea what I would do. I don't think I would...but it was the principles of the discussion that made me think. According to Kohlberg, most of us fall into Conventional morality, only people like Ghandi embrace Postconventional. I guess I fall right in to Kohlberg's theory.
xoxo, Coral

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Hello

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss
And that's exactly what you'll find here.
Hi everybody, I'm Coral Sherman and this is my blog.
xoxo, Coral