why does my site suck? stupid stupid stupid stupid....

i've been forgetting to post livejournal lately because my friends have recently gravitated to xanga again. i usually still just copy and paste but sometimes i forget. sorry lj people.

on these magic shores, children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. we too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.
- j.m. berrie, from peter pan

the air is tinged with scents of coffee and woodsmoke, but i am breathing love. our house is quaint and small, brimming today with laughter and music and the kind of honest contentment that can only exist when sculpted by a Master (i am filled with awe at the beauty of His art, this product of grief's heavy hammer and a chisel of the sweetest joy ( Read more... )

people like me are a dime a dozen ( Read more... )

empty wood
impression
glorious psychedelic metaphor
surreal like smoke

i love magnetic poetry:) everyone should come and make poems on my refrigerator.

well... it's monday again. there aren't too many of these left this semester. that very thought makes me so incredibly nervous. what would i do if i wasn't a music major? oh yeah - live ( Read more... )

looking at the stars makes me feel very small. i like that feeling ( Read more... )

vienna... what wouldn't i give to wander through your streets again. that whirlwind day - a few short hours - when we first became aquainted, i fell in love. and who wouldn't? you welcomed me (an american, and that association labels me as bumbling, raucous, and proud) with a sweet, honest smile and a soft accent. austere, yes, but gently so, and ( Read more... )

the violin concert tonight left me weak and trembling, physically exhausted. the intensity, the sheer passion... i couldn't catch my breath; i was exposed, taken completely off guard and suddenly vulnerable. speechless. what is left when there are no more words?

music. only music.

what's your favorite Christmas song or carol?