Austrian Quiet

The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.
Saint Augustine

Ave Verum

My choir went to Austria to sing in the Summa Cum Laude Youth Choral Festival. 

We came home with a first place placement in the Mixed Choir Category.

This is what we sound like, sometimes.

monastic beauty

Traveling to Europe is like stepping back in time. 

It's this world where two very different universes manage to co-exist.
We long for the stories of the past as much as we strive for the excitement of the future.

The old and the new are all jumbled together into a Picasso portrait that reflects the most beautiful part of the collective human soul. 

sweet lovers love the spring

It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
- Shakespeare, As You Like It

drizzle

welp. now I'm 18 folks.

Sunshine and daffodils, just happiness everywhere.
Actually, I'm still in a melancholy mood, which personally I'm quite enjoying. There is something oddly comforting about grey days and mournful melodies.
I feel creative and inspired, yet unmotivated and easily distracted... but what else it new.
I have plans for 18. Big plans.
I want to make a list of 20 things to do before I'm 20, because 20 is a rather terrifying thought for me, and in all reality, it's not that far away.
I could sit and fill volumes with all the shades of grey that I'm feeling. I want to light candles and sit in the silence of flickering light, imagining and hoping. A thought comes, and then flickers away before I can pin it down and admire the beauty of its dazzling wings, but that is probably for the best. This way I never get the chance to kill these vibrant imaginings and dreams by mounting them on my wall.
I feel the need to hold faded black and white photographs between my fingers. Photographs that contain memories that do not belong to me, but for one brief suspended moment of time I can claim them for my own and breathe my own words into the lives of people who have grown up and left their old selves behind.

heart and mind

Winter Bones

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
Virginia Woolf 

frozen jewels

Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without. 

~Confucius, Analects

Imaginary Dates

THIS SONG!

Dancing Umbrellas

Sometimes I write original songs.

Winter Wind

Sometimes I write melodies to go with the lyrics in Shakespeare's plays.

Some times they sound like this.

Art

The beginning is the most important part of the work.

- Plato



i will be

you're the one!

it's a relationship