I wear many hats ⎯ figuratively.
Paula Reyes, 26, New York, New York;
The Three Sisters and Broken Top at Golden Lake, Sisters Wilderness, Oregon
Music to share! Made sure to rerecord stuff before I left so I could finish working on this while on the road.
We sat on the couch in the old house off North Loop and I played this for you. It was around this time, October, two years ago. It was the first house we moved in together. We’d been there probably less than a month. The days were growing darker and the air crisper and dusk had that autumn feeling of fireplaces and sitting close. The song I played for you then was very different than this one. That one was so rough sounding, emptier, more jagged, with sounds rougher and sharper than I know you like to hear, that even though I could hear what I wanted it to sound like, it wasn’t yet there but I wanted to share with you what I had been working on and was excited about. And you sat patiently with the headphones on and listened because you love me and were excited for me to be in love with the making of things. I don’t know if you liked it or not. Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. Maybe it was too sharp on your ears, your ears which are so sensitive. Maybe in spite of your soft listening you liked it just because my fingertips were on it (just as I love to hear you play piano, even when you were self conscious and felt like you were messing up, even though all I could hear was my wife making music on a beautiful instrument). I left the song for a spell, so long that I had forgotten I had added things to it a number of months ago. Things I liked and that were unexpected. So I rerecorded the vocals and played with it some more. Made it a little bigger, a little softer, a little uglier, a little more beautiful, and put an ocean into it. The movement in the music sounded like waves to me. Or maybe I just miss the ocean. So many things I miss right now. Your quiet and beautiful hands. Out here in New England, the trees are on fire but do not burn. It is lovely.
Tad R. Callister (via grandviziertothesultanofagrabah)
God just spoke to me right here.
— Rumi (via fuckyeahyoga)
In the hanging gardens…