The bones of music are the universal rhythms within
Looking forward
If winter wrote an autobiography, it would be mostly about the spring.
Classics declassified
Grass of Walt
[D!@%] of Moby
Boz gets Lit
Bard’s the [$h¡t]
Threads
Life is woven of love and death, aches and smiles, persistence and letting go.
Ill & well
Do not take anything for granted — not one smile or one person or one rainbow or one breath, or one night in your cozy bed.
Simple but not empty
The goal of life: simple, but not empty.
War paint
We paint our lives with passion and peace, with love and laughter — to cover the pain and scars, the bitterness and tears.
Battles
Life is a battlefield of broken dreams and pieced-together victories.
Lit de mort coloré
Autumn leaves blaze their swan song of color and wait for Winter to wipe the slate clean.
Healing stronger
Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we’ve been through.
Foggy
Like steam from a cup of hot tea that fogs our glasses, false urgency of matters at hand blurs our vision to important things in the distance.
Don’t cry, — rally!
What is your life’s motto? Write one. And live by it. And revise it when life revises you.
Hard life, good life
Life can be hard, but if you’ve got somebody to love — Yay!