Traumerei

Robert Schumann's Traumerei aus Kinderszenen Op. 15 is the perfect song for romantic rainy days.

The Rip Tide

If I were music this is what I would aspire to be. This song flows into me, mixes up my insides, changing me, and even when it's gone, it's still a part of me.

Harold and Maude

Two of my favorite scenes from this movie:





Everyone should know a Maude but I want to be her. I will be bursting at the seams with life and love just like her. That is my life's mission!

Backyard Beauty

Hollenbeck's Cider Mill

We Are Star-Stuff

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking.

The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.

-Carl Sagan

Poe & Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view. - Edgar Allan Poe