Rain shadow

that I will thrive in a holistic way. I love when he says, “One-sided spirituality can be devastating to our spiritual pilgrimage. The undernourished shadow side will sooner or later need equal time” (60). He goes on to say, “Many people ride this spiritual rollercoaster throughout their Christian pilgrimage because no one ever tells them that their shadow side needs equal time and attention in their spiritual activities.” Looking back I have noticed this roller coaster spirituality and I am…

Wai uses different types of lighting to express character’s feeling. For example, the first scene starts from Mr.Chow is walking stairs with low-key illumination. The low-key illumination means “ to produce an image where much of the screen is in shadow ” (Stadler and McWilliam 24). In this scene expresses Mr.Chow’s life of emptiness. Another instance is when Mr.Chow and Mrs. Su go to the dark alleys, the light is a low-key illumination, and it expresses both of deep sorrow. Therefore, low-key…

My mother, several aunts and uncles struggled under the shadow of "rightist hat” for decades. Years after years, they had continued to commit themselves to the Communist Party and the government, and draw the line with their the rightist father. Also, Grandma-in-law in the ancient city suffered discrimination…

This was originally part of a larger chapter but I felt bad for not updating for a while so I decided to give you an idea of Jackie’s first day. Vote, Comment and leave feedback!!!! ---- I stood in front of the old brick building and watched the shadows of kids playing cast on curtains. This was my new home now, for however long it might be. It took every ounce of courage I have saved up over my 13 years to ring the doorbell. The police car that brought me here had already driven off, leaving me…

The radiation has seeped into the ocean water and now the rain and snow is radioactive, staying underground is the best option to survive. As I enter the bunker, the light flickers from harsh usage, the generator heaving energy like a dying animal trying to escape the predator even in its final moments. Paper…

night would now be filled with fierce dancing lights, loud songs would reverberate under the full moon. But not this year. This year, the month began with hailstorms. Gusts of wind forced everyone to stay inside and put aside the festivities. Heavy rains swallowed the lands, flooding through the crops. Saturday 12th was one such day. We knew something was coming. As dusk fell, a grey curtain floated above the land, flooding over the full moon. The winds were stronger, faster. It came without…

Do you like dragon tattoos? Well, you are in the right article, because here we will guide you through the different variants and designs of these mythological creatures. We will provide you with all the information you need to know about the meaning of each of these tattoos. What do you expect, join us to discover the origin and meaning of dragon tattoos. Normally, these tattoos are large and drawn with a wide range of colors, which is why they are usually more common in men. On the other…

Last autumn I found myself among the mountains of Tibet, wandering through the high desert created by the rain shadow of the mighty Himalayas, looking up at the cascade of unblinking stars that stretched across the night sky. The stars, in their steady glow, revealed a rather strange sight that I could best describe as being both disturbing and fascinating at the same time. It felt like they were giving me an exclusive window to look at the inner workings of the world and everything in it.…

EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY Gray skies drape over the horizon releasing a steady, yet light stream of rain over the mournful head of HOWARD WADE. He places a hand braided bracelet on the headstone of a person that reads: ‘Rebecca Wade, Beloved Wife. 1888 - 1909’ Howard only lets one tear fall down his cheek, when suddenly he hears a voice over his shoulder. TRAVELER They say he works in mysterious ways, brother. HOWARD There’s no mystery to tuberculosis. You get, you die.…

there was a shop-boy who were by a barrel of pigs’ cheeks and finally we found street singers. On a rainy quiet afternoon he went to the room were the priest had passed away and on the sealing there was a broken roof tile in which he can hear the rain impose ahead the earth, the nonstop lighting he hide below the bed. The sealing light above him was twinkling and he was glad he did not see much of what was going outside. All of his intelligence seemed to wish to cover them and was concern he…