05 5 / 2013
13 3 / 2013
Chamber Music
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.
Lightly, lightly — ever so:
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are;
Love and laughter song-confessed
When the heart is heaviest.
By James Joyce
31 1 / 2013
"And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away."
06 7 / 2012
Mark Welsh, does this look familiar? This was unearthed last summer when my sis-in-law and I raided my brother’s old grade school materials…Timeless wisdom.
08 5 / 2012
"…she wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet…"
12 4 / 2012
