something wicked this way comes...

Puckish bliss.

only for a moment. not because of what i had done, but because of nature.

I really enjoy thunder storms. There is something about them. This interest is helped by my discovery of Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes novel. Which I highly recommend! Tonight one of my roomies and I preceded to get rather excited about an approaching storm and ran outside to our porch. We stood on the steps, well she stood while I sat on the railing...because i like being dramatic, to watch the storm rolling in. I say puckish bliss for the fact that every time i smell a storm coming, feel the raising wind, and see the change in the sky...it's mischievous in a way. Especially in the fall when the Storm, out of playfulness, tosses the helpless leaves around as well as my hair.

The colors are so vibrant...and the thunder. Thunder is one of my top 5 favorite sounds...pure music. Maybe that is how God intended storms... only a thought.

Now, lighting. That is scary but don't we just love to stand out while lighting flashes in the sky above us? Anyone agree? I am a wimp but I love to see the power of storms. Small storms mind you. Just a taste of something wicked or just powerful.

I wish I could bottle up the feelings of an on coming storm just to have, so i could open it up on a very sunny day. for fun of course.

Noodles: n. When a cellist improvises and improves a monophonic melody line.

The cello is an amazing instrument. There is so much to say about it. Too much. So I won't. All I wanted to write about was how music can be addictive. I love Saint-Saens...love. Played several of his cello pieces and maybe some others? Can't really remember.
I went to the Nashville opera with some other music lovers Saturday night. We saw Samson et Delila by Camille Saint-Saens. Wow, I had a huge headache and was really tired, so I was extremely happy when I saw and heard the Danse Bacchanal. This modern ballet version, I bet, was more racy than the first version...maybe. But I don't really know, I wasn't alive then. But oh, that song! For most of his works, my heart wants to leap out of my small rib cage and fly. yes, like Peter Pan. Same with his Danse Macabre. Which the themes to both i just figured out on my cello not 10 minutes ago. Gees, I wanted to play it all night. In conclusion. Who needs drugs when you have a guy whose name reminds you of Carmel. Now I just have to make sure that music is still second in my heart. Feelings, ha...that is another subject for another time. oh and in the picture. that is not my hat. though i would like to date a farmer sometime...oh what that is a cowboy hat. my bad.

I would like to pose a question. Why are we, as humans, so caught up in moments? I love little things and moments that happen during a day. I view them as little love taps from God. If you think that is childish, fine. But it is the way I view things. I view hidden moments as my Father's way of giving my comfort in this torn world. I am not theological or philosophical. I try, but it never really works. I just tend to think too much.
Example of a moment:

Sunsets are pretty spectacular, but very serene. Each has it's own emotion and story with it. It's solitary mood. This summer in the Czech, I took so many sunsets. Tree silhouettes are my favorite. But when I see pictures of the sunset buildings of Prague and Budapest, they invigorate my senses. I don't have any of my trip pictures on this new computer. Sadly, I am also the worst at getting pictures onto my computer. It's funny, all my family and most friends have a xanga. I had one, but never wrote. I suppose this is simpler so i like it more. How knows. They can read this one, and post on my other one...But most sunsets case one to pause and receive a surge of peaceful longing. Longing for more beauty. Well, for me anyway.

so. first post.

Ever wish you could read all day while it rains? Perfect day, raining, reading, soaring thru magical land...new people...perfect past time. Too bad it's not real. But after a hard day, it's all right. Motivation: read more. It really does increase thought. who would think? this is a drawing by James McNeill Whistler, who is wonderful. or was.

So many things in life to do. I must go practice then drawing. Since it's my major...right? Maybe I should have went into the Lit. department...