more than a bike ride.
Today I did something pretty crazy. The Irish Pub Tour de Shore… a 65 mile bike ride from Philadelphia to Atlantic City. My uncle told me about this event, since he did it last year. We both signed up for this one, in the anticipation that we’d do it together. It didn’t quite work out that way… my uncle did not feel he had trained sufficiently since he lately has been...
Of course it is happening inside your head… but why on earth should that...– Albus Dumbledore, in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 2
All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.– Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via intensifyit)
Safe to say I very often dream small. That is, if I dared to dream at all. I grew up with the assumption that practicality reigned. Idealism hid under the security that I feigned. An obstacle appears at the first turn. It was never going to be easy…when will I learn? But the spark is there; an ember of hope glows. I know all too well that my nervous energy readily shows. And so I’m off...
Sometimes I feel like if I knew how to really read music and thereby learn to write some too, that I would write a song. I tried my hand at some semblance of lyrics before. I keep singing someone else’s words as if I first thought them myself because I suppose that’s easier. When I make an attempt to rhyme, I sound as juvenile as I fear I sound in my head. How do those ...
Music… will help dissolve your perplexities and purify your character and...– Dietrich Bonhoeffer
XPN Xponential Music Festival Recap!
I certainly could be (and probably should be) sleeping right now. However, I’d much rather craft a post about the wonderful music I heard today! Today was Day 2 of the XPN Xponential Music Festival, taking place on the Camden waterfront. (Day 1 for me). Didn’t arrive until around 2 PM, but I did get to hear some fabulous acts that I really wasn’t familiar with. The acts I got...
Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham...– (via femurs) Love.
I dare say there is something that is altogether exhilarating, frightening, and eye-opening about reading things you wrote in the past (in this case, about 8 years ago).
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no...– Madeleine L’Engle (via messycanvas)
You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruises from all your enemies And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from your expectancies We’ve got nothing to lose You better run and hide Yeah you’ve crossed the line I’ve got a knife behind my back — just sayin’ We’ve got nothing to prove Your social guides give you swollen eyes But what...
If you're feeling like a tourist in the city you...
I was thinking this morning about how so often we want to trust the words of others more than our own. We feel something… positive or negative, or good or bad, what have you… and we seek out a song, a statement, a poem… something to echo and affirm it. It’s as though we question if what we are feeling is real at all unless someone apart from us felt it first.