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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

February 19th, 2011

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

For the rest of the evening, there was much rejoicing, and the children did eat chicken and throw each other upon the ground, and the adults did raise the bubbly glass to true love, and all of the people did feast upon numerous cakes. And the photographers, they did circulate and perch and stalk as in days of old, and the female photographer did leave the gathering several times to explore the area.

And lo, she found the place to be agreeable of aspect, especially in the darkness when the stars came out, and she made plans to return later all by herself for a REAL vacation. So it was decided, and so, weeks later, it was done. And you can totally see the photos as soon as I get around to them.

Oh, and here is the poem Brooke and Josh read to each other during their ceremony:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings