Musings of a Musical Theater Major

campaignmoney:

Do you think the 300,000 people who went without drinking water in West Virginia after the chemical spill earlier this year have a super PAC?

Hmmm….

Watermelon Mint Julip

Watermelon Mint Julip


Emma Watson is the new Goodwill Ambassador for the U.N.’s gender-equality arm, U.N. Women, the organization announced Monday. Hermione would approve. (x)

Emma Watson is the new Goodwill Ambassador for the U.N.’s gender-equality arm, U.N. Women, the organization announced Monday. Hermione would approve. (x)

peonymoonflower:

cucumbersforlegs:

THIS NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH. I FEEL LIKE SHIT AND IVE SEEN THIS PICTURE A HUNDRED TIMES BUT I AM STILL LAUGHING JFC

It’s funnier to me bc I have that exact same dish

peonymoonflower:

cucumbersforlegs:

THIS NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH. I FEEL LIKE SHIT AND IVE SEEN THIS PICTURE A HUNDRED TIMES BUT I AM STILL LAUGHING JFC

It’s funnier to me bc I have that exact same dish

vintagebreeze:

Julie Andrews, ladies and gentlemen. Julie Andrews.

vintagebreeze:

Julie Andrews, ladies and gentlemen. Julie Andrews.

The Notes

We hear the Notes at play, colliding and

cascading, creating patterns of joyous

harmony. The sounds prance through the stream of

consciousness as we play out our opera

of being. It is a symphony with

no beginning or end or dotted bar

which would have us return to where we’d

been before. No, for it continues on,

as a consistent masterpiece, each note 

judiciously chosen be the careful,

steady hand of Fate. Trust in the composer

for his ears are wise. He cries out with the

song that we do long to sing. But we do

not know the words, nor pitch, nor rhythm

if we do not practice the score we’ve been given.

An afternoon trip to the National Seashore with a view of Pensacola Beach in the distance. The cool breeze kept the heat at bay and stray notes from the music being played from the other side of the bridge carried to our ears. The small bank made for a wonderful getaway from the city of Pensacola. As we walked along, we found a straw hat among the brambles. We decided to spruce it up with some of the thousands of flowers growing along the treeline nearby.

A Trip to Coldwater Creek

This is another one of those 300-500 word assignments from my Geography class. I stayed a little more within the parameters of the assignment here, but I think its still worthy of sharing.

            Drive about ten miles north miles of Milton, Florida. Take a few turns deeper into the country which leads you to a dirt road that winds around so many times that you would lose your bearing without a compass. The road gets rougher, bumpier and narrower as you follow it and the forest begins to close in around you.  Finally, when it is impossible to continue driving, continue on foot down what has become a mere trail. As you approach your destination, you begin to hear a faint trickling of shallow water that permeates the hum of insects and the singing of birds that engulfs the forest. Large cypress trees, live oaks and pine trees form a thick canopy above and watch your step, because their large roots push up from the ground beneath your feet.  As you follow the sound of the water, the dark soil gives way to sand and before you is a large sandbar leading down to a mild creek.

According to your compass, the creek is flowing south at a moderate pace. You take your shoes off and dip your toes in. The water is refreshingly cold after a walk in the hot and humid forest. Fallen trees jet up from the water and give you a pleasant place to sit as the current flows gently past you.  The floor of the creek is made of small, smooth stones embedded in the soft silt and sand. The sandbar appears to have been created from these stones’ erosion over years and years of gentle creek flow.

Moving against the current, you wade north through waist high water and shortly you are face to face with a tall, orange, clay cliff. A short climb would be fun. As you approach the cliff, your feet sink deep into the wet clay just under the water’s surface. The clay is smooth and not quite solid as you begin to scale the cliff. Your hands and feet begin to slide downward the longer you stay in one place so you must continue to go up. When you reach the top, you are pleasantly surprised by a large blueberry patch filled with large, ripe berries ready to be eaten. After a nice snack after your climb, it’s time to return to the creek. You look for a section of cliff with the gentlest slope to ease your way back to the water. The closer to the water you are, the more slippery it gets. Then your feet reach the water and you sink in past your ankles.

At that moment, after your exertions in climbing and descending the tall and slippery cliff, you cool off by jumping headlong into the clear, crisp water and floating downstream to your original location at the sandbar. Next to you, you notice a few minnows riding the current and wonder if there are bigger fish lingering in the deeper eddies along the creek. A small turtle rushes underneath you and hides in the shadowy edge. The singing of the birds is in a peaceful harmony with the humming of bumble bees and the underscore of the creek’s gentle trickle.

Stop! Shut up! …and Breathe

A soul buried by the weight of the world sees chaos and calamity in every direction.Watching headlines, tacking on more strife and filling the head with no room for reflection.

The pain in the eyes on the TV screen pierces you through as you realize theres nothing you can do, but you cling to the feeling you can fix it all, if only you could convince Congress to pass this week’s law.

And anger builds at the world that surrounds you, and you feel so trapped by the circumstances that bound you.

Then you STOP! Shut up and breathe, and you notice all the things to which you, yourself cleave. Then you stand convicted of your own humanity and you know fully well this is the reason for all insanity.

The compulsive brain chatter that dominates your life, you’ve come to realize is the cause of all strife.

So how do we fix the world? Start from within. When we realize all of this, real change can begin.