For little more than a century, it has been said that "cellar-door" is the most beautiful word in the English language. The phonoaesthetics mirror the purposefully light, feathery, and melodious nature of the Elvish language within The Lord of the Rings. It has long been said that even Edgar Allen Poe's favorite word was indeed "cellar-door," so much that his famed poem 'Nevermore' utilized the one word he could find which came closest to it. Simply by the song of the word, non-English speakers have been convinced to dedicate themselves to learning the language, convinced that it must be a beautiful language, worthy of delving into.
So why does this matter? Well, I suppose its importance partially stems from a long-time moderate obsession with the word myself. I heard about it maybe 10 years ago, and it's stuck with me ever since. I enjoy playing with the idea in my head that despite meaning and definition that people try to attach to everything, there are certain "truths" and shared feelings about some things in life which people all over the world can agree on. And maybe it's more than a simple agreement, too; it's magnetism!
Throughout my life I've kept journals, mostly written and some online. The online ones never really stuck around for too long. There's just something so timelessly important and personal about handwritten words on real pieces of paper.
However, with these times I've come to realize that I just need to shove myself into the online world as well, being that most of my social contacts are through the cyber world. Not to mention, I have family all over this continent! So I suppose I am following in some of my cousin's footsteps by publishing my journey through life in an easy way for them to keep connected with Steven and I, if they so wish :D.
The other inspiration for this journal ( I don't like the term 'blog' :P ), is my photography project, Project 365, which I've been keeping up with via Facebook. I figured it's about time to give the photo-journal a little more accessibility.
So here I am. Here we are. The words and experiences coupled with the photos soon to come will be my 'cellar-door' to you, I hope. We are each our own concoction of colors and flavors, words and melodies; Though individually, we cannot be directly translated to another's definition, there are some things about each of us that blend perfectly and strike the same chord with others.