10 Songs of Melancholy and Love

“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.” ― Albert Einstein Music has the power to evoke a flurry of emotions: joy, sadness, anger, hope, despair, contentment, bliss, and on and on.…

Why Do We Climb Mountains?

“Will we ever make it to the top,” the boy asked his father. “Of course we will,” he replied, “but it won’t be easy.” “If it’s hard, then why are we doing this,” the boy questioned again. “I’m already tired, my legs hurt, and there’s so much more to go.” “You’ll see when we get…

Quick & Easy Recipe For Frozen Chicken Breast

The previous night I found myself remembering that I need to eat food because I knew that I would wither away if I didn’t. I looked in the freezer and pulled out a package of frozen boneless chicken breasts. Well, our microwave is piece of junk and there’s just no way to know how to…

in a dark room

even on the darkest of nights my dreams push forth lighting a path unseen whereupon hands and knees my will for you my heart for you even my soul I plead for you and in this darkness that drowns all light i still find warmth knowing you are here whereupon hands and knees your will…

waldosia

Waldosia n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.  

Hurricanes, Ants, and Toothpicks

I gently rocked my half-drunken glass of beer back and forth, making miniature waves that slapped against the side of the glass with a foamy crash. With just a sudden, sharp tilt of the glass, I could even manipulate the crest of the waves to curl over before impact. Those perfect, beautiful waves were just…

Short Buddha: Dealing With Angry People

Every once and a while, you may find yourself in the presence of an individual that has become consumed with anger. In an effort to avoid their own internal struggles that are clearly seen from the outside, they will take everything out on those around them—casting blame upon anything that moves. You may see them…

Henry Fonda as Tom Joad in John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath

Because I am too lazy to write an actual post… here is a quickly made photo-quote post.

Backpacking in Baxter State Park (part 2)

From this hour, freedom! From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute, Listening to others, and considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale…

Backpacking in Baxter State Park (part 1)

 Tuesday, 9/4/12 One day after Labor Day 5:30 a.m. Two hours before I need to wake up, the sun is still to weak to creep through the closed blinds and my eyes are crusted and matted half-shut as I fumble around with the four buttons on the $10 water-resistant sports watch that I recently purchased for a…