Dead Can Dance -- somehow, the name of that band makes me visualize antediluvian spirits moving like whirling dervishes on the cosmic wheel. And sometimes, just sometimes, I feel like I am one of them: Ancient. Constantly in a rhythmic motion, yet frozen in time.

**Sometimes words are so pretty that you just want to stare at them in awe, humbled ( Read more... )

» Love has thrived inside me for as long as I can remember. The idea of being in love with love probably happened when I began to speak, when I began to form thoughts. As a wide-eyed toddler, I reached for a bright red strawberry and so fell in love with its shape, its smell, its taste, that I asked if it would be mine for the rest of my life. ( Read more... )

Europe haunts me these days. I eat, drink, breathe, sleep, talk Europe. Oh, the withdrawals. And the dreams, the tauntingly lucid dreams where I am somehow, somewhere in the heart of Europe and swirlingswirlingswirling like a German marionette between a Swiss chalet here and an Italian vineyard there and the Tyrolean Alps and the Parisian cafés and ( Read more... )