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October 12th, 2011

This post is Part 2 of a 3-part series. Read Part 1 – Read Part 2 – Read Part 3

When I was first introduced to Omar over a year ago, I was charmed by his gentlemanly manners and amused by his jokes, but what impressed me the most was the way he told the story of meeting Veronica. He said that he immediately knew, when he first saw her, that she was someone amazing, someone he needed to get to know. He walked up to her and told her so. Veronica admired his directness and said yes to a date. It soon became clear that they were meant to be together.

Omar was so pleased and proud of his discovery of the perfect woman that he couldn’t help sharing his enthusiasm with me, a person he’d just met. YES! I thought. This is the kind of adoration that a person of Veronica’s caliber deserves. Later, when I read this poem by Thomas Hood, I thought of Omar, a true romantic who wouldn’t hesitate to call his love “the fairest of all” and “the queen of everyone.”


by Thomas Hood

I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; –
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of everyone.

The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand
The wolfsbane I should dread; –
Nor will I dreary rosemary
That always mourns the dead; –
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.

The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me –
And the daisy’s cheek is tipped with blush,
She is of such low degree;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom’s betrothed to the bee; –
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she.

June 30th, 2011

This post is part 2 of a 2-part series. Read part 1 – Read part 2

We are on a roll with the Kahlil Gibran here, so let’s keep going! While we wait for the photos from the lively reception that followed the marrying of Cassie and Joe, we can hear from Mr. Gibran on the subject (should that be subjects? no, he says they’re the same thing) of Joy and Sorrow.

Two important notes first:

1. Yes, that is a cake fight you see happening between the bride and groom.
2. The groom made the skull and stars arch under which they were married. At the time of the wedding (many months ago), he declared himself to be available to make similar objects for other weddings, so if that sounds like something you would want, get in touch with us and we’ll find out if his fine services are still available.

On Joy and Sorrow

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet