and they lived happily ever after

There is an occasion where two people find their counter part in each other that we call a wedding. & since I have been prepped properly for the seasons of weddings, I cannot help to see my role as a guest plus none to be one of observing and studying. 4 weddings so far have been the culprits to reshaping my view of dancing to Journey, personal vows & "magical"/uniquely dependent feelings. 

The photos below have provided me to allow the natural force of public love to influence me beneficially from it's own platform and to apply to my reshapage of views. A photo is worth a thousand words but these ones only use the few good ones. And I am learning, that is fine.

Here are some words that highlight these loves at their most glorified moments--prepped and/or candid:

Beautiful | Best Friends

    

         

         The Lord's bride

         

First Love | Rejoice

Prayer | Intimacy

     

I like what I see. 

I do, 

Tracy

I Do Recall

"And then God reminded me I'm wholly unimpressive on my own--and I was neither surprised nor disparaged to hear it."

Blessing for the Graduates

May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.

 

May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

 

May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy.

 

May God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.

 

May the Blessing of God, who creates, redeems and sustains, be upon you and all you love and pray for this day, and forevermore.  Amen.

life in living room

Tonight I was able to unwind in someone's home listening to consequently, Starbucks' debut CD entitled, "Unwinding," where there was conversation that took place over a meal of creamy maranara pasta and cheese & crackers, on whether being independent is something that fends off men or attract them. 

With the opposite sex as the primary topic, there I was, in a room beside one 40 yr. old beautiful and successful woman, another woman, 22 who shares the same values. Singleness it seemed, became a topic that no one but us three could understand. In the living room with coffee and concern about our minor and major self-worths and obtrusive dreams, truth was spoken and I don't think I've ever experienced such a delightful heaviness. 

Friends are so pertinent to my everyday capabilities of moving through the hours, that it seems impossible I get up in the morning without any prior contact or warning. It's interesting to have other people reveal truths about you. Though it goes straight to the heart, it also swells it so dang well. Friends are a necessity. 

I guess this past week, it's been neat to experience sadness from both ends of the marital spectrum. I think it's when we are down we can all finally relate, and I guess that is why I like being down purposefully 60% of the time.  And this is merely a tangent, because I am by no means down, but I'm heavy. I don't know whether it's the kinks I need to progress in fixing and healing or if it's the kinks in others that I spend my grandiose time on focusing that has got me walking much slower these days, but I am heavy. 

But all the more, I am beloved.