"Sister"

What the water wants is hurricanes......




Whenever I listen to that line I'm taken back. When I think of a hurricane I think of a powerful source of devastation and destruction. I never could imagine it being desired by anyone or anything.

I guess within the line it reminds that my perspective is just one small idea in the scope of 7 billion people.

"Casimir Pulaski Day"

Just a four days ago Sara threw a baby shower for a parishioner of a non-profit we support.

They laughed, they played games, they rejoiced, they smiled.

Two days ago the parishioner lost her baby.

We cried. We mourn. We pray.

I don't pretend to fully understand the theological implications of death or bad things happening to good people.

But I do understand the need for comfort. For strength. For healing. For mercy. For grace.

2011 soundtrack

1. The Vespers - "Will You Love Me?"



2. David Crowder Band - "The Transfiguration"



3. Manchester Orchestra - "Simple Math"



4. Saves the Day - "Undress Me"



5. Civil Wars - "I've Got This Friend"



6. Martha Ann Motel - "Where Are You Now?"

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]


7. Ingrid Michael - "You and I"



8. The Beatles - "All You Need is Love"

9. Edward Sharp and The Magnetic Zeros - "Home"



10. Gray Young - "Unbound"

"Home"

When I was ten, I moved away from the only home I ever knew. Ever since, I was in a constant search of "home." The place where the walls held my memories. Where I was welcomed. Where I belonged. I'd be increasingly jealous of my friends that could go back to their childhood's home. That they could come back to a foundation, to something that felt never changing. For so long, I felt like a nomad. Wandering through baron plains, just making camp to leave again.  New places, new beds, staring at new awkward ceilings. Each year I'd find myself more cynical of the idea a home. Assuming it was just  youthful idealism with no merit or purpose. Living in a world of temporary, with interchangeable parts, why would anyone need attachments?

But then I found home. I found that I could belong. I found that I could be welcomed. Not in a house, or location. Not in a city of a state. But in Sara. In our marriage, our friendship, our romance, our life together.

Home. is where ever I'm with you. 

"Firefly"

11 years is a damn long time to know someone. Specially in the scope of high school and college, where friendships emerge and dissipate in a blink of an eye, 11 years is indeed an impressive length of time to call someone your friend. And if there is someone in this life in whom I've shared the full spectrum of emotions, its been Karen Burns. Which is why I find it a blessing that I was part of the chorus of family and friends to witness Karen dedicating her life and love to Marshall.


11 years later and this is prob the best picture we taken together. Haha.

At the end of the ceremony, the officiant announced that "love wins." I stood, clapping and reciting along to the words of "You and I", as the husband and wife passed by with gleaming smiles and repressed tears of joy. The magnitude of the statement resonated through my heart. Love does win, in eternity, in romance, and in friendship. 

So on a pleasant afternoon in September, amidst the subtle North Carolina heat. I witnessed the girl who spent her life chasing butterflies..... catch one.

"I AM FORWARD"

Like most of entries I had this saved in my drafts for a while. Sometimes I always feel the end to make a nicely written ending and for me thats the hardest part. So I'll just post as is. 

 

Jewish. Pervert. Loudmouth. A-hole. Drunkard............Passionate. Genuine. Loyal. Friend.

Today a person that I've shared this journey from college to adulthood with is stepping onto an airplane and moving thousands miles away. While there the Facebook, Twitter, Skype, Google +, and even this thing named a call function of phones will keep us contacted with each other it will not replace sitting down at a table enjoying a pint and shooting the shit.

"All You Need is Love"

I posted this in my old blog nearly a decade ago....

http://ewantsout.diaryland.com/010918_32.html

As I stood next to Mike, watching Tiff descend down the stairs of the park in her gown, I couldn't help but to be amazed. Amazed at the fact that what once was juvenile acts and feelings that accompany high school, has through the years evolved into something as beautiful as a marriage. That through all the strife, heartache, difficulties and changes, these two persevered. This love has carried these two 9 and a half years, 2 different states, thousands of miles, different colleges, even different countries. But along the uneven and cracked road, love survived. Love grew. Love flurioushed. Love won.

As they both ascended back up the stairs as husband and wife, a choir of observers filled of friends and families, those who have been blessed to witness this couple grow, sang in union, "All you need is love, love, love..... love is all you need." And with each step up the stairs, their hands clasped together, I thought of how appropriate those lyrics were filling the springtime air. All you need is love.....

love is all you need.