The heat came out of nowhere a few days ago. From a spell of 40 degree weather we shot into the 80s and 90s for the the last 4-5 days. It never ceases to amaze me how sporadic New York City weather can be. The weather man predicted a return to the 60s tomorrow. Today's flip flops will have to return to the closet I suppose.
I will be travelling to Ohio later this week and weekend. On deck is the bridal shower and lots of final wedding planning. I finally competed burning all of the "wedding album" CDs that will be a part of the gift baskets for our wedding guests in their hotel rooms. Highlights include "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds (the song Gretchen and I will dance to), "Fate Is Kind" a song by my brother that he was 'kind' enough to let me use, and "In My Life" by the Beatles (which Gretchen and her dad will dance to).
It will be an exciting handful of weeks. The bar exam results will come out in 2-3 weeks. I am looking forward to the first DMB album in four years (comes out June 2). Bridal Shower. Wedding. Relatives. Celebration. Honeymoon. Oh, and did I mention we are likely moving to a new unit in our apartment building.
Changes like the weather in this sporadic little world.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Three Days Down
Today is Good Friday. I am not an overly or outwardly religious person. But I have a sacred space within. I tend to visit it most on Good Friday - more so than Christmas or Easter. It is that moment of uncertainty right after losing something or someone so important or indefinite, that captures the essence of faith. That one minute when you feel like something is gone that you can't bear to imagine living without. It is alarmingly and scary. But then you bring it back to life inside you -- the memories, a deeper understanding, a realization that we are living a series of dying moments, but that every minute we live changes the world forever.
It is the subtle honesty that measure of our mortality, no matter how minuscule we appear before the infinite timescape that greets us, is recorded, is kept, an becomes everlasting.
Funny the way it is.
It is the subtle honesty that measure of our mortality, no matter how minuscule we appear before the infinite timescape that greets us, is recorded, is kept, an becomes everlasting.
Funny the way it is.
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