RockMe2sleep

SOLITUDE by Lewis Carroll I LOVE the stillness of the wood:   I love the music of the rill: I love to couch in pensive mood   Upon some silent hill. Scarce heard, beneath you arching trees,   The silver-crested ripples pass; And, like a mimic brook, the breeze   Whispers among the grass. Here from the world I win release,   Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace   Of this great solitude. Here may the silent tears I weep   Lull the vexed spirit into rest, As infants sob themselves to sleep   Upon a mother's breast. But when the bitter hour is gone,   And the keen throbbing pangs are still

So, I'm updating. Life is rockin'.  I love my job, even on rainy days.  Art has cease to let me down.  And spring is right around the corner. Have you checked out my website yet?  I'm still working on it...there's alot I gotta learn how to do: www.racheladdy.com My plans this summer, rather goal...is to attend 2008 Wakarusa music & camping festival.  Anyone every been to this gig before?  It seems like it'll be a fun time.  There will be a lot of art and music non stop for 3 days.  No denying it...it WILL be a fun time. I'm a bit bummed, because it appears I will not be seeing Radiohead in Dallas in May.  :sigh:  gotta keep my chin up...

"When he can look out upon the universe, now lucid and lovely, now dark and terrible, with a sense of his own littleness in the great scheme of things, and yet have faith and courage.  When he knows how to make friends and keep them, and above all, when he can keep friends with himself. When he can be happy alone and high-minded amid the drudgeries of life.  When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something divine. When he knows how to live, how to love, how to hope, how to pray -- is glad to live...and has in his heart a bit of a song."