Well, well, well. Where do I begin? How about the end?

The snow flew up over the edge of the peak at the top of the world. It flew with ferociousness and passion and it flew in waves with the wind. It flew from God knows where. But it certainly flew and had flown since time immemorial. Some times the snow seemed to graze the sky itself and its sea of stars.

High up over the peak at the top of the world is a star and that star remains unnamed. The star remains unnamed because the world remains unnamed. The world remains unnamed because the two who came from afar and found it for the history not yet written chose not to name their discovery in the sea of stars. They merely adventured, found, lived, loved and flew on as memories across the waves of wind.

The two who came from afar lived their lives as best their hearts gave them passage to live. They knew not to base their stories on those of others for the stories of others belonged to others and only others. The two who came from afar loved each other with an intense light not often shown against the dark of the canvas of everyday living. In fact, there were few ever in existence who could give criticism to the life lived of these two lovers who crossed oceans and seas and skies and worlds and laughed and drank of life and lived with every breath.

Were there plans not yet carried out? Of course! A team of adventurers cannot help but have a dizzying array of partially formed plots and plans and hopes and dreams and futures not-yet wrought. But the key thing is they had no regrets about their life as one. They also had no regrets about their earlier lives lived as two. Both shades of lives were the same, the same were both and nobody ever doubted the union of the two who would cross skies unknown for infamous ports as-yet not built.

There really is nothing else to be said of their end, for it is not yet wholly written. Endings never truly are completely written, they just ripple across time and create new beginnings again. The two lovers who came from afar, lived always as one and did not just blink out of existence, they lived on in the spirit of existence for time immemorial. And even as their legacy carried on like winds reaching for the stars, they live fierce and strong lives in the stories they left for others.

If that is the end, who can say for certain if the end contained a where and when it will contain itself? And what of their beginning?

Well, that beginning was on Tuesday, November 25th, 2008. The day the love of my life and I were married. Today lives on as a luminous now and every tomorrow spent waking will be a hope that I cherish and desire to live. Today lives now for that is all we are ever given.

You asked me to speak of her? Well, good souls, I have! I have spoken her name in the breath between every sentence on this page. I have described her effect and substance upon me with every blink you've taken between lines. I have, in effect, described more of her here than I could ever have hoped to do so directly.

Yes I am being troublesome and having fun. Please forgive my mirthful indiscretions.

More to come soon-ish!

Thank you America for reconfirming my faith in the process of democracy and the voice of the people. Mr. Obama, good luck, sir.

In completely different news (but still from last night, quite some time before the election results were in)... she said yes!

Wait, wait, what?! Heh, yeah, I've kinda left you all out of the loop for a little while, haven't I? Full update eventually. 

You walk alone, along the ridge against the sky.
You walk one foot in front of the other.
You walk decisively, you walk with purpose.
You leap with faith from the crest of every boulder placed upon your path and continue, your purpose renewed.
You hope with courage.
You love with strength.

A bass note strikes the sky and infinitely mirrors itself along the clouds for rhythm. You walk with your back straight and true and proud. From the horizon streaks a line of gossamer notes, hammers on strings, percussion from keys. The new rhythm joins the old, each playing off the other and strengthening their sense of shared existence. You stop at the top, the edge with cliffs stretching out for miles and miles below you. Snares flutter from the trees below the fall line, adding urgency, passion and the heartbeat of life.
You sit and wonder.
You sit and dream,
and pray,
and live,
and laugh,
and love.
You gently smile and the whole world melts within me.
We never really were alone, were we?



(to be continued...)