Mind excerpt

From the archives:

In the humid salt wind, with the roof off, a boy and girl raced along the coast. The blackened palm trees swept across the orchid sky and “hush” played on the radio. His hair was soft and brown. He had eyes that drank up spiced cocoa. Her lips, the colour of crushed raspberries, wrapped around his finger. No one could stop the wheels in motion or the energy that brought them together - serendipity. They were the only souls on the beach at dawn. Crimson and clover, over and over

The silence surrounds you

The spaces in between, two minds and all the places they have been.

A better side of you to admire

Milwaukee's River Walk

Riverwalk
Trudging crumbling sidewalk, lower eastside

traveled excessively, alone with river

as elderly man passes and holds wife’s hand

a thought to ask, “how did they manage?”

their mysterious success eludes  

while a cold sun swims away for the afternoon

heading for the unknown.

A heart with a language of its own

foreign to all who try

countless life blessings but

a thought to ask, “is this my calling?”

again, that mysterious sensation eludes

with just inches of time in walking shoes

and no particular place to go.

To amble along water and wonder  

if you’re too old to wonder

a thought to ask, “is this all?”

while mysterious hours

rush downstream like river timber

you can still toss pebbles in

and carve out a piece of the world.

You passed by this island

Constellations

I feel like dancing

I adore this song....prefer the longer version though

Throwing my arms around Paris

I am going to start the process again of learning French.

High art

I've heard of art mimicking real life but it seems lately, for me, life is finding high art moments.

Shivers

To quote another, "my ears are having sex right now" 

Flattery

Today, someone said I had je ne sais quoi

All I can say is, merci beaucoup!

Train of Thoughts

The train I tried to disembark then,

It takes me now to places of Zen

A broken window longs for its sound

The memory’s lost cause now is found

My mind races ironclad tracks

Dancing a line of fantasy, fact

On edge of reason and rainy rushes

Our mystical year fell on beauty touches

We gently welcomed golden-rose daybreak

Deeply absorbing every electric mistake

Incessant chatter to morning birds sing

Oh but the light saw your ring

Even in the dawn’s metallic blue

ties could never lead me to you

parting journey somewhere unknown

My mind recalls your voice by phone

And as my train now turns to sleep

I see you gave me nothing to keep

Brilliant

...because he has the clever mastership, the artistry of conveying isolation, to the nth degree 

Saw your face when I heard this

Music inspired photos

This video has some of my photos taken near various bodies of water, set to a nostalgic song I love

(For full screen, click on the full screen icon on at bottom right corner of the player)

A drive to remember

Caught on a high-speed exchange
the breezeway to empyrean
where pleasure borders trepidation
I’m en route to where streets kiss.
It’s the juxtaposition 
of Intrigue Avenue
Confusion Lane and
Euphoria Boulevard
that keeps me on the road;
a quest for the kindred soul.
And of course, killer road trip tunes are always playing.

Old souls like us

Lost in the pages

So much left unsaid

Eddie Vedder says:

And the days, they linger on
And every night, what I'm waiting for
Is the real possibility I may meet you in my dream

And sometimes you're there
And you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear you're next to me

...and I think it's going to be a long long time

Fear of the Inexplicable

--Rainer Maria Rilke

But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished the existence of the individual; the relationship between one human being and another has also been cramped by it, as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the bank, to which nothing happens. For it is not inertia alone that is responsible for human relationships repeating themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.
But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustively from his own existence. For if we think of this existence ofthe individual as a larger or smaller room, it appears evident that most people learn to know only a corner of their room, a place by the window, a strip of floor on which they walk up and down. Thus they have a certain security. And yet that dangerous insecurity is so much more human which drives the prisoners in Poe's stories to feel out the shapes of their horrible dungeonsand not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their abode.
We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us. We are set down in life as in the element to which we best correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of years of accommodation become so like this life, that when we hold still we are, through a happy mimicry, scarcely to be distinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no reason to mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors, they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abysses belong to us; are dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us that we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust and find most faithful. How should we be able to forget those ancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

Still trying...

You know you're in the mood for Radiohead when...

...you need a respite from the ordinary. Ahhh Radiohead...kind of like soothing medicinal tea for my vagabond musical soul.

I find the video distracting but then again I usually don't prefer to view something while listening.But the song -- oh so complex and esoteric

Will it rain today?

This woman's work

A song that reminds me of the times I gave birth to my babies. The last birth was probably the hardest for me and my love was by my side. I'll never forget the magic of that night.

there was no way of knowing

There are some songs that just make me weep, and not necessarily out of sadness - just deep emotion and how I have loved deeply. This is one of those songs.

And for this great film, thank you Sofia Coppala (ah Sofia with an F!)!

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing?

As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning?

More than this, you know there is nothing
More than this, tell me one thing
More than this, there is nothing



http://youtu.be/pCB7cxv-Ey8

The future starts slow

The blues girl in me

...shall always rock my soul

Remember this?

Sometimes I wake up and feel like this happened to me

Shine on my precious friend

Remembering so many fun times together. This is for you Kimmy!

Brilliant and beautiful existentialism

Finally! I feel inspired and dreamy from film again. It's been way too long. This one, a stunning, visual masterpiece, is both gorgeous and heart wrenching and so many things. It's not a film for everyone for sure. It has very little dialogue and much is left to interpretation. One must be patient for the mysterious unraveling and to ponder the existential questions that plague the human race. But for those who love imagery and art, exquisite cinematography and nostalgia in its most precious form, a family in the innocent 50s (where not everything is sweet), it is truly one of a kind. I was totally sucked in with the scenes of family dynamics and the children who both love and hate their father. The images of playing kick the can and other childhood games outside at dusk among so many other scenes, just took me back and far far away. Those were indeed the times when children did often have a healthy dose of fear and respect for their fathers; fathers who loved them deeply. I was also pulled in with the gorgeous birth of our planet and the images of the universe. Terrence Malick: my hat is off to you. Well done!!



Read the Review at: http://movies.nytimes.com/2011/05/27/movies/the-tree-of-life-from-terrence-malick-review.html

So many different places to call home

I miss my Dad. So much so...my heart hurts.

I heard this song when I was visiting him in the hospital.

Now he is a tourist of the universe.

Love you Dad....