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Woot! My computer has, in its infinite felicity, once again decided to play sounds. Earlier today, through about three reboots, it wasn't. I may start sacrificing squirrels to it, if the random weirdness keeps up, as that's bound to be less expensive than buying a new one.
Anyway, yesterday I went to a wedding - my friend-who-used-to-be-my-boss got married at the botanical gardens, and somehow my best friend and her boyfriend and I rated three of the ~50 seats, which was cool, but mostly made me feel like I was seated wrong, since some of her out-of-state relatives were stuck behind us...
She's Unitarian, so the service was very simple, minimally theistic, and included a poem which is apparently only present on the web as part of a sample Unitarian wedding service. It was a really cool poem, though, and such a guy-like expression of love that I couldn't help thinking of Fraser and Ray when I read it.
Or, er, maybe that's the obsessiveness.
I want to walk with you above the pines,
Scale mountains, leap rivers, speak to the sun and moon,
And make wagers with the stars.
I want to roll laughing down lonely canyons,
To tease the desert that threatens to destroy, ski deserted trails,
Ride dirt bikes to the very edge of the lingering horizon,
I want to sail across strange seas and explore buried cities,
To watch the mating of the whales in a Mexican lagoon,
And hear the music of coyotes resound across a moonless sky.
I want to startle deer in forests and mountain lions in their lairs,
To surprise bold racoons and watch the porcupines waddle away
Like embarrassed little boys.
But most of all I want to love without barriers,
With eyes laughing and hearts singing
And caution abandoned to the clouds by a friendly west wind.
I want to feel your presence as my very own, to speak to you as though
I am talking to myself, to hold you without fear or distance
Or private thoughts.
So I can walk with you above the pines, scale mountains, leap rivers
Speak to the sun and moon
And make wagers with the stars.
--From a poem by John Cavanaugh, in his book `Shouting Down Silent Canyons'
(Which is the only citation info I can find, and Amazon doesn't seem to list the book...)
Anyway, yesterday I went to a wedding - my friend-who-used-to-be-my-boss got married at the botanical gardens, and somehow my best friend and her boyfriend and I rated three of the ~50 seats, which was cool, but mostly made me feel like I was seated wrong, since some of her out-of-state relatives were stuck behind us...
She's Unitarian, so the service was very simple, minimally theistic, and included a poem which is apparently only present on the web as part of a sample Unitarian wedding service. It was a really cool poem, though, and such a guy-like expression of love that I couldn't help thinking of Fraser and Ray when I read it.
Or, er, maybe that's the obsessiveness.
I want to walk with you above the pines,
Scale mountains, leap rivers, speak to the sun and moon,
And make wagers with the stars.
I want to roll laughing down lonely canyons,
To tease the desert that threatens to destroy, ski deserted trails,
Ride dirt bikes to the very edge of the lingering horizon,
I want to sail across strange seas and explore buried cities,
To watch the mating of the whales in a Mexican lagoon,
And hear the music of coyotes resound across a moonless sky.
I want to startle deer in forests and mountain lions in their lairs,
To surprise bold racoons and watch the porcupines waddle away
Like embarrassed little boys.
But most of all I want to love without barriers,
With eyes laughing and hearts singing
And caution abandoned to the clouds by a friendly west wind.
I want to feel your presence as my very own, to speak to you as though
I am talking to myself, to hold you without fear or distance
Or private thoughts.
So I can walk with you above the pines, scale mountains, leap rivers
Speak to the sun and moon
And make wagers with the stars.
--From a poem by John Cavanaugh, in his book `Shouting Down Silent Canyons'
(Which is the only citation info I can find, and Amazon doesn't seem to list the book...)