We live in Disney World, my friends.

I sit here typing at approximately 9:30 on a Sunday night, feeling weary the weight of tired's suppression. The type of tired that makes you feel the weight of your very shoulders, heavy. In the distance blue thunderheads tower in front of a purple and pink skyline, and the nearly full moon stands tall, looking down upon all it reigns over. Sighing is the only sentiment that makes sense. Sighing for contentment and every other emotion of lesser stature combined -a sigh can be heavy with meaning. Heavy, heavy, heavy.
Heaviness that stands the product of much levity.
Two weddings in twenty four hours.
The first (Saturday Night) fanciful, with all the fineries that money can buy. The bride was the oldest daughter of long time family friends -a young woman not much older than my sister. The toasts were eloquent and the music was live; we danced the night away. A white church with an organ, a four course dinner in an Amway Grand ballroom, a well used open bar. Family everywhere, celebrating the miracles of optimism, youth, and promise -it seemed we were all family that night, bound together with the invisible ties of sheer potential and grand vision. We were adopted through our mutual joy and sense of accomplishment.
The other wedding was very different indeed. It took place on a Sunday Afternoon near a lake, near a bowl-shaped valley of Pine saplings I happened across that took my breath away. The ceremony was in a backyard, facing a field. The soft spoken groom was a long-time acquaintance and cousin of a best friend whose family I have nearly been adopted into. The couple seemed younger some how -two kids about to set out on an adventure together -to explore uncharted territories hand in hand. The reception was in the basement of a Conservation Club -a sort of rural fraternity that reminded me of the Grange Society that my grandfather in California is the president of. Finger food was served -and we strolled in the park-like back-yard next to a swollen creek, casual to dance and taking our time in the lazy way Sunday afternoon dictates.
Both filled me with wonder at the capacity of the human heart; at the inexplicably natural, freakishly abnormal phenomena of love. To love one another until death do you part.........
"The ancient rabbi's spoke of Man's eternal longing to be reunited with the rib that was taken from him in the creation of woman. And ever since her creation, Woman has sought to return beneath a man's arm, firmly by his side."



And sandwiched between all of this, tales are relayed from mouth to mouth to my ear about the ethnic cleansing that continues in Kenya. Certain aid groups cannot reach the displaced person camps because of unrest. Today over brunch, besides a pool teaming with splashing children, I heard of such unimaginable atrocities committed against a single family that my blood boiled and I willfully wished to commit murder against complete strangers halfway across the globe. Such hatred, such open rearing of Satan's head, such despicable...... but I digress.
I can feel the anger stirring in my veins right now.

And I know that similar acts take place across the globe on a daily basis.

Where does love fit into all of this? Optimism? The setting out on a great journey?
One wedding was afforded with unimaginable wealth. I have never gone hungry. The other took place with the gorgeous background of nature behind the alter. No bombs fell upon our heads, no doors were kicked in. Where do we fit in in our display of arrogance? The world spins on just as it had, despite the weddings of Rachael and Sean. The tides rise and the sun sets just as it had, despite murders in Kenya.
Once again I found my head heavy heavy heavy with too many thoughts to share in on coherent post. More to come, rest assured.