Musings on Life, Love and Faith.
How does one go from an hour to a 24 month jump?
What sort of things happen in 104 weeks?
What events took place in the span of 730.5 days?
How many words spoken within 17520 hours?
What of the silence?
Every single aspect of your life is changing
The world is moving around you
The ground is shifting
You hesitate to close your eyes
This is a rather unfamiliar yet familiar place
It’s time to move on…
my lover, my bride
the jewels which adorn you
no one could ever buy
the fragrance of your virtue
permeates my soul
your love is the sun
which brightens my day
your embrace is the moon
which soothes me into rest
come, my love
for now and evermore
let us venture into the world
sleep at some wayside inn,
be lulled by ocean’s waves
let’s look for wildflowers in bloom,
california poppies in orange hues
eat, drink, play records all day,
then rise early and listen to the birds sing
and minute by minute
hour by hour,
i’ll give myself to you
to this and many more
happiest of birthdays
my lover, my bride
It’s been a bit over one year (and a five months since our last post). It’s safe to say that quite a lot has happened. A few unexpected turn of events which threw our world into disarray – our own personal chaos front and center. Our faith was tested, our patience felt like it was depleted but one thing grew: our love. Yes, you may be rolling your eyes as you read this and chalk it up to us still being the “honeymoon phase” but you’d be surprised as how our experience has been nowhere close to the bliss most newlyweds enjoy. At times it feels like we hit the ground running. As soon as we got back from our get-a-way it’s been non stop. But I digress… Continue reading “a year later…”
Four years ago little did I realize that such a quotidian question as “Do you like classical music?” wold my life forever change. I was staring into the abyss my life was at the time only to find my own fears staring right back. It’s hard to imagine where Id’ be right now if those words were not sent. Would I be drifting through the dross my life was back then? Would I be completely removed from the world, ignorant of my own demise?
Four years ago my heart was a cold as a the desert floor in mid November. Tired, beaten and hopeless with no desire to ever feel loved again. Would my heart be as closed off (or worse) to any attempt at love and companionship if that question had not been asked? Would I continue living in fear, fending off any potential suitor?