A Year in Moments: Chapter Two

August 28, 2013 § 1 Comment

Here’s the second part of my video chronicle of life and the happy little things of the everyday.

There has been so much love to celebrate.

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Caravan

August 5, 2013 § Leave a comment

Join the caravan of those who have turned their faces to the light.

I had a bit of a revelation yesterday when I was walking past City Hall with dear L.

Government Center is uglier than not on its worst days, with its cement overhang and the drab, geometric rim of its office towers. But the sun has a way of dignifying things — even brutalist concrete building faces.

These days have been surpassingly lovely. I scroll through my iPhone gallery and it’s all lens-flare and dusky diffused light. Yesterday, as we shared lunch on the Esplanade, a fog descended over the river and there was a gale of dewdrops and sunlight. It turned the riverbank into a prism and the picnic blanket (thrown around our shoulders to shield us) into cape-like wings. I read somewhere recently that sunshower is a word somewhat unique to our region.

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On our way back to our cars, the sun shone bright again, painting the rooftops and steeples and making the sidewalks glimmer. Even Government Center became a beautiful arena filled with gold and warm shadows. I grabbed L’s arm and cried a bit, right there on Cambridge Street, because it was too beautiful and it came upon me in a wave that we only have so many moments here in the sunlight. Our time here is finite. If I were prescient, I could count the hours left to me.

With that thought, I was overcome with a profound gratitude for my time and place in the sun – for the warmth and glow and hush and perfume and abundance of it. So thankful for the kindred spirit beside me, for those who make me revel in the moments we are given together.

I wonder how I can ever overlook these graces. They are the pulse of life. They move our caravan along.

A Year in Moments: Chapter One

July 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

I want to share the first part of a video project that I began in March in Berlin. I film one short video every day and then edit the clips together into little visual chronicles of my life. It’s been a wonderfully enjoyable project which I encourage everyone to try!

Many thanks to Here We Just Dream for providing such a beautiful soundtrack to my spring (go listen to everything they do!) and to all my wonderful friends for making these months a joy, a journey, and a blessing.

Manifesto

May 24, 2013 § 2 Comments

On the second day of senior year
she wrote her aims
in a list
on college-ruled paper.

To be good.
To be gracious.
To be kind.

To be brave.
To be brainy.
To be beautiful and bold.

To be all these things,
she was asked,
Is it possible?

I can try all my life,
she responded.

If you can’t?
Perhaps she asked it too.

She added a line.

To be love.

Anniversaries.

May 5, 2013 § Leave a comment

I could mark the night we met,
but what did I know then
of how you would take root in my heart?
What do I know now
of the seasons we will make together?

We are forever meeting anew.

I mark, instead, the night before,
which (despite the shifts in our seasons
and the variety of flowers this love produces)
remains in this:
it was the last night I fell asleep
without you on my mind.

Wishes for the good traveler.

April 29, 2013 § 2 Comments

For a venturing soul I love very dearly,
and all the others who journey alongside.

If each day is a step within
a journey, long and true:
Then, as you go,
good traveler,
I wish these things for you:

A wishing well at every stop,
at every stall and stay,
to hold your cheer,
to stave despair
and parchedness away.

A precipice to venture up;
a trail to test your mettle;
a thousand thorns
to make you strong
and flowers to make you gentle.

A vision of your noblest self
to haunt your dreamer’s heart,
that you might strive,
against the throng,
to set yourself apart.

And outlooks grand to ground you –
that, from a bright plateau,
you recognize
how far you’ve come,
how far you yet can go.

May birdsong bless your wanderings
through desert, fjord, and vale;
may every path
deliver you
to welcome and a tale.

May Earth on her round table spread,
in her abundant manner,
all vibrant, rare
and wholesome fare:
nectar, spice, and manna.

I hope each day above your head
God paints a splendid sky;
a backdrop brave
to vivify
your worn and searching eye.

May sunlight bathe and kiss your skin
and trumpet you along;
and when the stars
bedeck the sky,
may you imbibe their song.

And if, in some uncertain hour,
a tremor fills your soul–
a darkened shroud
puts confidence
and calm past your control,

I hope you find your faith in God;
that, pouring from above,
you feel the peace
that emanates
from His enduring love.

And as around this world you weave
a web of your goodwill,
I hope you find
yourself enmeshed
in something worthier still;

That your untiring spirit draws
dear friends to share your burden;
and a happy step
in sync with yours –
Love’s sweet grace and guerdon.

So kindle hope within your heart,
its pure, undying ember.
Do right, fear not.
Be chivalrous.
And if you can, remember:

If you will reach, wherever you are,
as our two paths unfold,
my well is deep
enough for two;
my hand is yours to hold.

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Talisman

April 29, 2013 § Leave a comment

Keep it in your mind and heart,
whatever else besieges you,
that I love you.

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