Explore the depths where your life wells forth…

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
William Shakespeare You Like It, Act II, Scene VII

Dear Eternal Abyss,

Oh, how I despise separation and good byes. I’m listening to “La Vie en Rose” by Josephine Baker again. The separation from friends has begun to unfold and manifest in ways I tried to braced for but couldn’t have anticipated. Admittedly, I’ve been “homesick,” for those people who formed the nucleus of family for the past four years. The fortuitous meeting of Amy in Paris and our shared Moon River moment on a train back from Nice. The assignment of Andrew as my roommate. Being under the tutelage of Chris, and finding solace in Lola. And of course, the ever needed objective point of view provided by Eric. Just as importantly, I learned lessons of life and love with Linda and Kai. These people were my family, and still are. Perhaps the most important guest starring role was Ricky, as he provided the ever objective eye to that which was and is Waterford. Even with all that’s happened in the past and where relations stand. I use first names because this is an emotional letter I write to you, now that the melancholy has passed and I can focus on the present. Then the numerous guest stars that passed through those apartments by the river.

Not every moment can be poignant…

….and there’s no need to try and make them.

Dear Eternal Abyss,

This weekend marked the complete end of an era. Waterford Palace had its humble beginnings in Boggs Hall at the University of Georgia, and culminated with one of the best life experiences ever.

Holding Court at Waterford P(a)lace

Guilty Pleasures…

Dear Piper, Paige and Phoebe,

My name also starts with a P. Alas, I do not have magical powers. I do, however, watch Charmed. Kind of one of my favorite shows, beyond all reason and logic. Then again, I never was logical to begin. At first, I really did like the fantasy element. Now, having aged just a bit, and fighting just as many demons, albeit invisible ones inside my head, I see the more metaphorical aspect of the show. I guess that’s what drew me in the first time around.

What Dreams May Come…

Dear Orpheus,

    The rain is gently falling right now. There’s nothing better, and as soothing, as the sound of raindrops hitting the canopy of trees. Even if that canopy is a bit bare right now.

 

I imagine someday building a house somewhere near Babar’s Kingdom, between the land of Tranquility and land of Dreams. I like everything that’s contained on the continent of Wisdom. Don’t care too much for the land of Reason. Every summer I’d take off to visit other locales around the subcontinent. I don’t think I’d be much of an intercontinental flyer. I’d probably keep a second home, a place I could get away and write, somewhere in the Shakespearean Mountains near the land of Imagination. Actually, I think I’d be rather gypsy like, and never really settle down. I mean I’d keep two homes, but I’d need to travel a lot. Weekend jets to the land of Eros. Definitely lots of camping near Lake Da Vinci and Cezanne’s Vistas. Speaking of Cezanne.

What Would You Do If I Dreamt Out of Tune…

Dear Sgt. Pepper

I’m sure you’d enjoy this. Our friend Jung would have a field day with this one. I’m not sure what my dreams were telling me last night. Also, I experienced déjà vu in my dreams. The first segment took place, let’s say, 50 years in the future, though I was the same age. The world for some reason looks really grey, with concrete and glass everywhere.