The Times New Travel: Cumberland Island, Georgia

I first heard about Cumberland Island when JFK Jr. married there in the nineties (even as a young girl I loved John John). I later read about this beautiful place in more detail from Christina Haag's touching memoir, Come to the Edge (highly recommend this book).

Copyright 1996, Denis Reggie, used with permission.

Isolated, pristine, untouched. I've flown over this part of the country quite a few times and have been semi-nearby but have yet to actually experience it in all of its natural beauty. Wild horses, exotic beaches and sand dunes, historic ruins, quaint accommodations. You don't hear enough about Cumberland Island. Remote yet accessible. It definitely seems like an ideal spot for a romantic getaway or therapeutic retreat. It's definitely on my list of must-see places here in the U.S.

Now Playing: "A Whiter Shade of Pale" by Procol Harum

Music Monday: Timber Timbre

"Run from Me"


"Demon Host"


"Bad Ritual"


"Black Water"


"Hot Dreams"



Timber Timbre is a Canadian folk group based in Toronto/Montreal/Ottawa. Their music, including the latest release, Hot Dreams, can be purchased here.

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Epitaphs- Hauntingly Beautiful

Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been drawn to cemeteries. I remember visiting the graves of my grandparents and reading the headstones of nearby souls. The resting places of people whose lives ended decades, centuries even, before mine ever began. Seeing the burial plots of young children my own age and babies was an indelible experience.

I grew up around the corner from a beautiful old cemetery that steeply overlooks the city of Pittsburgh. Memories of playing "dead" with friends when we were kids, midnight sneak outs in high school, solitude walks. I find so much solace in places like this.

As Autumn has arrived and Halloween is quickly approaching, I am in a much more macabre mood. Cemetery photography is incredibly gorgeous but I believe there isn't enough epitaph tributes online. Perhaps I'll make it one of my own projects. I scoured the web to find meaningful last words from the dearly departed. From what little results I was able to find, here are just a few epitaphs that resonated with me...

 










Now Playing: "Feel Real" by Deptford Goth
*Although if we're keeping it real, "Lover, You Should've Come Over" by Jeff Buckley is the ultimate cemetery song.

National Poetry Day

"We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the Sun has become disgusted with waiting."
-Charles Bukowski

"Iron Sky" by Paolo Nutini (Live)

"Iron Sky"

We are proud individuals living on the city,
But the flames couldn’t go much higher.
We find God and religions too,
To paint us with salvation.
But no one,
No nobody,
Can give you the power,

To rise over love,
And over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That’s fast becoming our minds.
Over fear and into freedom.

Oh, that’s life
That’s dripping down the walls
Of a dream that cannot breathe
In this harsh reality
Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind
Serves now to define our cold society

From which we’ll rise over love,
Over hate,
From this iron sky,
That’s fast becoming our minds.
Over fear and into freedom.

You just got to hold on!
You just got to hold on!

Ohhh ohhhh oh oh

(To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair.
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed,
the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die,
and the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men –
machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful,
to make this life a wonderful adventure
Let us use that power!
Let us all unite!)

And we’ll rise over love,
And over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That’s fast becoming our minds
Over fear,
Into freedom.
Into freedom!

From which we’ll rise over love,
And over hate,
Through this iron sky,
That’s fast becoming our minds.
Over fear and into freedom.
Freedom!

Oh!
Rain on me!
Rain on me!
Rain on me!

October. The Month of Magic.

Now Playing: "Maine Island Lovers" by Okkervil River
*One of those rare beauties of a song that demands you to stop and listen.