At 608am, Averey Elizabeth enters our lives with the most beautiful cry. My heart springs from my chest. So amazing. So beautiful.
— Angelia of Living, Loving, Laughing, My Crazy, Beautiful Birthday
— Amy of The World is a Book, Travel Theme: Romance
How was going to paint sound? The concert started – I listened – tentatively, I started to sketch what I was hearing. Interpreting the concert in a whole new way, I made one drawing after another listening to the notes build and fall, soften and sprinkle. It was like being on drugs. I was full of music. One time I came out of that world and looked at Mehldau sitting there, playing the piano, my mind drawing what I saw. How different. How much richer my experience of drawing and listening had become.
— Carla of Carla’s Blog, Painting the Sound of Jazz – Brad Mehldau – San Francisco
I’ll be breathing lighter whatever I do.
— Debra of Breathe Lighter, You know how hot it is by the way you worry about your worms.
icy beads pelt down
as slippery paths glisten
— Sun of Simply Charming, Winter Emptiness
I have dreamed of being close to nature once again. I didn’t think I’d experience it in Palawan. I wished for a summer away from the artificial pools. Instead, I longed for natural pools we can wade in. I wished for green, majestic mountains we can gape at.
— Grace of Gracious Life, Palawan, A Wish Come True
The scene takes me to Lago di Piano, a small lake close to Lago Lugano in Italy. Words were superfluous. Music was the only thing that could complement the setting sun over the still lake.
— Paula of Lost in Translation, Thursday’s Special: Where Words Fail, Music Speaks