Moonlight

         The night sky is breathtaking. Vast with texture. Depths of stars on infinite levels, galaxies and formations uncounted, but in the constant is the joy of the moon. Less time being full, it shows only parts of itself and always has a dark side. Theory has filled it's history; perhaps Earth's greatest friend. Sharing distant sunlight in the night sky, constant. But everyone needs a day off. New moon. Time for itself. It guides tides. Mysterious fellow, anagram for the human soul: A great place to start if you are on your way to the sun. I think we twinkle like stars before we play moon, then we must learn how to ignite.
          Of course, science writes it all differently. Stars are suns, moons are lifeless, the Sun is just a cute little guy in the grand universe we live in, but ponder for a moment what it means to us. This is our Sun, stars, moon. Luna. Our very own night guard to guide the waves and fill the fields with silver. My favorite walking light.

Honored

       Terms of endearment always speak to me, delicious candy coating to help questions and answers. Sometimes they don't taste right--like candy coating a Dorito--but many times they complete a most wonderful sentence. Honored is one of those. Honored is a word of words. It speaks of good and noble things. It insinuates not only gladness at doing, but class and responsibility and attention and thanksgiving.. Honored to be here. Honored to travel with you. Honored to share with you. Honored to live. I am honored often.
       I think being honored in life, taking carpe diem as a call to some joyous, is the essential of all Men and Woman that love life. A sense of gratitude and fulfilling at any given task. A sense of peace and joy and rightness. Rich.
      Truly being honored is beyond pride, it is finding greatness in things beside power. It isn't so much the being honored, but the what you are being honored for. Being honored to care, to love, to create, to play dolls with your youngest sister. Being honored to be with someone that according to worldly ways isn't valued, but because of greatness of a different sort (some of the greatest are invisible to the eye) you are joyed, attentive, and full in their presence. Truly being honored to find it.
       I have had many honors in life, things that have carried weight to me in a meaningful sense. My prayer is that the things that carry weight for me may be things that carry weight for my Father in heaven. That they may have been truly meaningful in his eternal eyes. I would match my honors to his so that I don't flutter at passing cars and raucous acts. But truly employ the word honor in it's best sense. Be honored with every insinuation of joy at life. True joy at having a full respect for the most glorious life I have been given and the people in that life.
       I am honored.

Differing styles

          I am an upholder of individuality. That everyone is of a different mettle, and that everyone must learn to understand one another. We all face the object of trying to realize that our eyes, though we know how they see, are not what others see with. A humbling sentiment. We face perspective, idea, and the unknown. Why do others do what they do? A valuable question (tool).
          "Understanding what we don't understand" Living with the acceptance that others live too and in their own way. Ways we may not understand. Like everyone's different language. A bucket in any other language is not a bucket. It is something else. But it is still a bucket, and we can let it be whatever it is for them. That is how it must be. Perhaps language is meant to help us accept differences in others. If someone can speak an entirely different language, then perhaps they can see something different when they look at a Monet or polka-dotted masterpiece. Or at us. Or at a hello. Or at a goodbye. Or at a joke. It only gets more complex from there, but no matter what it translates to we can put offense aside if we allow ourselves to give them their understanding. To let them translate and not be angry when what they see with their wholly unique eyes is different from what we meant, and be joyed when they give us the time and the thought to truly understand.
         To understand (or to accept and become fascinated with our lacking of it) is to become unified, to have friends, to love, and to enjoy everyone. To be open to jewels and beauties, to DISCOVER them in places not our own! Things that we needed someone elses eyes to see. Thus we can gain an entire world if we sacrifice the walls of our own. If we are willing to see stars and fields beyond our personal self. Living life with 6 billion people.

Who we are

              Sometimes, as an empath, it is easy to get lost in someone elses life, perceptions, and feelings. We lose our own and start to embrace something we cannot control: Somebody else. Oh! The importance of loving someone and desiring to understand them cannot be understated, but the importance to do so from the single strongest point we can stand (our own) is also un-understateable.    
               Our sense of life and love must originate from the mainspring of our own existence as provided for by a Loving father in heaven. We must stand on our own ground and till our own fields, watering them with the sweet life and Charity of a giving and eternal God. That water we must draw ourselves, and those plants hand chosen by our own interests. We must hold those things close to us, so that we can be what we truly desire and others can learn from that. Others can marvel at our garden as we marvel at theirs. And in our desire to acquaint ourselves with the sweet marvels of another person (especially those intimate with us) we can appreciate all that they are, and give room for it with the understanding it is their garden, and ours is ours. Grow life. Grow.

Here we have N

          Something like indescribable, we find intuition seeping from little cracks in the folds of reality. Little bits of everything that we want to know, and as we use it and try to take it into reality we think to ourselves: What is this mad mad thing called life? But no translation is necessary, that is the maddest of all things. Like trying to make words from a violin concerto. Flowery Powerly nothing describes it best.
          We follow those promptings, and with a little divine help we get it right. Just like sensing can follow reality, true reality, and never go wrong. We all follow reality, just different shapes of it. Different aromas, words, realities of the same thing. Going to the same place. Truth.
          Finding that the world likes to see so much of results, but perhaps more of how those results came to be; The journey of their crawl to the light of day, rather than just the fact that they made it: We see that those who cannot explain in a logical way must learn to explain in a differing and evocative analogy. And so with intuition it becomes like: Like the many beautiful and aesthetic facets and objects of life. Bubbles and sunsets and the smell of good books. Etc. Etc. Etc.
          Keep our own journals do we (do we?) all, in our languages each own for documentation.For the world through our eyes. Intution and wonderful sense.

Up one side, down another

        They say that life is like a rollercoaster. They also say that life has a high point (golden years) and then becomes falling action. These two analogies seem to clash. In one the falling is the action, in another it is the low after the high. On a rollercoaster it is the getting lower that is the high, and the highest point is also the fastest and steepest decline. I bring this up and out so that one may understand that I feel a deep regard for the past, and like so many times it has carried me to the brink of change and then watched me plummet through the ensuing choices with brilliant speed, screams, and laughter. Such points seem spontaneous: that moment over the hill seeming the only thing to give drive to the ride of life, but in essence these points are neither spontaneous or coincidental. The climb was just as important as the tipping point. Thus we go and work and toil up one side of the hill, and then experience the rush of the other as we let that work and these decisions take us. Take us speedily once more to the ground level of life, though that may be a bit higher now.
         Up one side lies a school of touch and the hard incremental lessons of friendship, consistency, self analysis and honesty. Happiness at existing and having and making the decisions and life around us; so masterfully crafted. Happiness at being what I am. Hard lessons full of emotional creation and humbling realizations, sometimes in shear magnitude. (It is humbling to realize the magnitude of ones abilities and that you had mistakenly thought they were meager. Humbling  to note that God has given you so much, and you refused to see it because you considered your self-worth so low). I know now much more than I did that life is ours and we have the means to live it. Full ability. The walking becomes  fuller, and the steps forward more meaningful, with such a realization. Up one side and the distance and height has become greater than ever before. The ability to be this much more be-able. The point of decision has become monumental and dynamic. We are crafting life with more skill now. And as one does so one finds that those screaming laughing parts of life, those accelerated and rich moments launch us farther then ever before, and to new grand heights.

Engaged

              It is funny how easily moments of time become life and legend in history. We are expected to remember things like our first kiss, our first car, our first time doing any number of things. Those moments can sometime sneak up on you. No fanfare like one would suspect. No culmination other than the chronic movement, the mellow building of life. The sudden awareness will hit you then. It has happened. It just did. Silent and sudden and brilliant, like a sunrise. It doesn't suddenly fly over the ridges of mountains, it climbs slowly until the glory of it is exposed.
             On May 31st I found myself watching a ridiculously unromantic movie with my sweetheart, Alex April Leeann Grover. Coraline is concerned with Spiders and Flys, But in any circumstance it appears words of the spirit can be heard, and God picks interesting times (mindful in the grand scheme I am sure) to help us make big decisions. Thus, at about 11:55 or so, without any romantic get-away or planned words, I suddenly asked her if she still felt too young to marry, all previous conversations ending in the conviction that we still needed time to grow (a conviction I painfully understood). As easily as I asked, feeling suddenly nothing to lose, she answered with an astonishing "no, I'm not too young." The words that came to me during an especially frantic and creepy scene of Coraline were then admonished "You had better propose to her Cory." Alex then lent forward and no fear in her eyes or word, said "Yes, of course I will marry you."
             Engaged now, life takes on such a double meaning. Things about me remain about my own life, but then there is the level of me being unified: what things mean to us. How from our own selves we bring to the table such strengths, and help eachother with such flaws. How we can fully live, but at the end of the day the young couple can come together and ask and be and fine a companion.
             Engaged us. Alex + Cory.