January 2012
He has never seen God,
but, once or twice, he believes
he has heard Him.
– W.H. Auden
"For the first time I know what love is..." →
In 1937, as photographer Ansel Adams recovered from a nervous breakdown, he wrote this beautiful letter to his best friend, Cedric Wright:
“Dear Cedric,
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that ...
Holiday crowds swarmed, sprawled, and frolicked everywhere. It was one of those gala days that all the clowns, jugglers, animal trainers, and ambulant hucksters count on, long in advance, to make up for the lean seasons of the year. On such days people seem to forget everything, all their troubles and their toil; they become like children. For the youngsters it means freedom, the...
December 2011
Poet Marie Howe on Fresh Air with Terry Gross
WHAT THE LIVING DO
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the...
AFTER THE MOVIE
My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie.
He says that he believes a person can love someone and still be able to murder that person.
I say, No, that’s not love. That’s attachment. Michael says, No, that’s love. You can love someone, then come to a day
when you’re forced to think “it’s him or me” think “me” and kill him.
I say, Then it’s not love...
A bedtime story for you from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince - the Fox Chapter. I was really touched by this story so I decided to record it. Hope you enjoy…
The Little Prince- Fox Chapter
It was then that the fox appeared. “Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I am right...
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Bach is, for me, the touchstone that keeps my playing honest. Keeping the...
– Hilary Hahn
I wish I understood what she was talking about exactly. I feel left out.
teodoroesteban
In the end, these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you...
– Buddha
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My Christmas Wish List.
1. A good quality staple gun.