I miss "us" -- how we used to be. Young. Laughing. Blissfully unaware of tomorrow.
I miss how cold wind used to feel "brisk" and "crisp" -now it feels just cold, and bone deep.
I miss the broken hearts and the long long phonecalls into the night. The bittersweet.
But then again I look back on yesterday through glasses tinted.
Today is more vibrant than yesterday. And I am well practiced at ignoring tomorrow.
I can wear a scarf to fight the aching cold -besides, warming up in bed with my wife is very nice.
A heart that beats a thousand times with love, strong and pure -- is of more worth than a thousand bleeding hearts that broke.
Today I face my future with steady feet on solid ground. With nothing to miss, not even memories
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marriage. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Being Beautiful
it never took much to be beautiful.
It takes a smile and some effort to comb your hair and scrub your cheeks. but most of all, it takes love.
Smile at people. Hug them. Listen and let them speak for hours, without saying a word. Be confident in your own happiness and share it with others. Encourage others to be ok with being happy. Look people in the eyes and make sure to look for the warmth in their eyes.
Touch people. Touch their shoulder while they are talking to you. Get in close and smell them - even if they smell bad, purify them in your mind and make them smell more beautiful than roses.
Love them deeply - even if it will rock their boat because they have never been loved deeply before. Without any desire of romance, regardless of gender, just purely and in an agape fashion, connect and Love Deep....
Let each individual that you meet know that they are sincerely valued by you, important to you, and most of all treasured by your God.
Control your emotion. Control your connection. Be a leader, and teach people how to handle a true relationship.
In English, our word "love" is limited - so for most of us, we reserve it for our immediate families and our romantic partners.
I tell my friends (men and women) that I miss them and I love them. They know the difference between that love and the love that I share with my wife, my siblings, and my parents....
But they know that it is Love.
Loving others makes you beautiful and attractive - and in the process you will be doing some good.
It takes a smile and some effort to comb your hair and scrub your cheeks. but most of all, it takes love.
Smile at people. Hug them. Listen and let them speak for hours, without saying a word. Be confident in your own happiness and share it with others. Encourage others to be ok with being happy. Look people in the eyes and make sure to look for the warmth in their eyes.
Touch people. Touch their shoulder while they are talking to you. Get in close and smell them - even if they smell bad, purify them in your mind and make them smell more beautiful than roses.
Love them deeply - even if it will rock their boat because they have never been loved deeply before. Without any desire of romance, regardless of gender, just purely and in an agape fashion, connect and Love Deep....
Let each individual that you meet know that they are sincerely valued by you, important to you, and most of all treasured by your God.
Control your emotion. Control your connection. Be a leader, and teach people how to handle a true relationship.
In English, our word "love" is limited - so for most of us, we reserve it for our immediate families and our romantic partners.
I tell my friends (men and women) that I miss them and I love them. They know the difference between that love and the love that I share with my wife, my siblings, and my parents....
But they know that it is Love.
Loving others makes you beautiful and attractive - and in the process you will be doing some good.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Waiting on Sophia
Sitting up late tonight
Everything is going so right, but I'm feeling just a little bit outside
I listened to the laughter of a little girl playing
I hugged my wife and listened to her breathe
In another world
there lives another little girl, her life became a hurricane swirl
I feel her kicking and I am praying
It's just her mother that she hopes to see
Heartache mixed with joy
the Kingdom plays with broken toys
And all of us angels, we just fly along
Laughter mixed with tears
All the Saints have disappeared
We turn off our tv's and go back to singing our songs.
Talking with Jesus tonight
thank you for my comfortable life, but I'm feeling just a little bit outside
I listened to the dancing of my little girl kicking
I kissed my wife and got down on my knees
Lord I feel
Heartache mixed with joy
the Kingdom plays with broken toys
And all of us angels, we just fly along
Laughter mixed with tears
All the Saints have disappeared
We turn off our tv's and go back to singing our songs.
I close my eyes to dream
I see families as they weep, their children are buried too deep
I felt my daughter dancing
I hugged my wife and drifted off to sleep
Everything is going so right, but I'm feeling just a little bit outside
I listened to the laughter of a little girl playing
I hugged my wife and listened to her breathe
In another world
there lives another little girl, her life became a hurricane swirl
I feel her kicking and I am praying
It's just her mother that she hopes to see
Heartache mixed with joy
the Kingdom plays with broken toys
And all of us angels, we just fly along
Laughter mixed with tears
All the Saints have disappeared
We turn off our tv's and go back to singing our songs.
Talking with Jesus tonight
thank you for my comfortable life, but I'm feeling just a little bit outside
I listened to the dancing of my little girl kicking
I kissed my wife and got down on my knees
Lord I feel
Heartache mixed with joy
the Kingdom plays with broken toys
And all of us angels, we just fly along
Laughter mixed with tears
All the Saints have disappeared
We turn off our tv's and go back to singing our songs.
I close my eyes to dream
I see families as they weep, their children are buried too deep
I felt my daughter dancing
I hugged my wife and drifted off to sleep
Friday, July 17, 2009
Sleeping on a Lotus Petal
The days seem to be blurring together. Sunrise and sunset, still yielding to the hope of new adventures. I remember being in love, and loving deeply. And yet I could not then, fathom the depth of love that is shared with my wife. In love, I found sacrifice. I found something more enjoyable than surface romance.
Old friendships are never lost, sometimes forgotten, but never lost. They wait, like all things wait, to be remembered, to be valued. Taken off the shelf and repolished, old friendships are shining brilliant with the newness of life - love lost, life born, unemployed, re-employed, and of course, the sizzle of bacon... mmm bacon.
The myriad of colors that blur my sight and give me a headache at the same time scream out the proclamation of God. God IS. And although I am not - a nothingness, a speck on the dust cloth of creation, I AM at the same time a drop of life, cusp on the edge of a tear and destined to be transformed into the fingerprint of a snowflake.
I am allergic to cats. And I detest yogurt. But like the armadillo and platypus, both cats and yogurt remain enigmatic to me. Why would God allow for their existence? How can humanity co-exist with such things?
In the stream of conciousness - that process of wakefulness which robs us of our individuality, our purpose, and our identity, we must try to remember our dreams. Why have we so easily yielded our dreams and our hopes to the idle distractions of life and living? Careers, cubicles, car payments, chineese food. Hopeless, heart-breaking, hellish, haikus. All leading to a shallow diaspora - a microscopic fragile film that we call life.
I implore you, alas if you have read this far, then I apologise as well. I implore you to seek the solitude of your soul and reach for the truth of your life. Your life has meaning. You are deeply loved. If all in this world is fleeting, then hold fast to love. For love is infinite. Love is a driving force capable of up-ending the universe and kicking it in the rump ( much needed at times).
YOU ARE DEEPLY LOVED, and you have exquisite power to love others... to love strangers. Those trapped in the wakefulness of life. A smile, an ear, a soft hand on the shoulder. A hug, a kiss, a nudge in the right direction.
Be noble not for nobility's sake, or for the glory of being seen, but rather allow your demeanor to evolve from the love you share with others, even when others are not capable of seeing.
Love. Love and sleep. Dream among the clouds and lotus. Swim among the stream of humanity. Touch all the earth with your hands and toes. Smell the salty air. Gaze upon stars and encourage others to do the same.
For what is the best hallmark of humanity and civilization? It is not gleaming towers of glass and steel. Nor is it an Xbox and wii... it is love.
Old friendships are never lost, sometimes forgotten, but never lost. They wait, like all things wait, to be remembered, to be valued. Taken off the shelf and repolished, old friendships are shining brilliant with the newness of life - love lost, life born, unemployed, re-employed, and of course, the sizzle of bacon... mmm bacon.
The myriad of colors that blur my sight and give me a headache at the same time scream out the proclamation of God. God IS. And although I am not - a nothingness, a speck on the dust cloth of creation, I AM at the same time a drop of life, cusp on the edge of a tear and destined to be transformed into the fingerprint of a snowflake.
I am allergic to cats. And I detest yogurt. But like the armadillo and platypus, both cats and yogurt remain enigmatic to me. Why would God allow for their existence? How can humanity co-exist with such things?
In the stream of conciousness - that process of wakefulness which robs us of our individuality, our purpose, and our identity, we must try to remember our dreams. Why have we so easily yielded our dreams and our hopes to the idle distractions of life and living? Careers, cubicles, car payments, chineese food. Hopeless, heart-breaking, hellish, haikus. All leading to a shallow diaspora - a microscopic fragile film that we call life.
I implore you, alas if you have read this far, then I apologise as well. I implore you to seek the solitude of your soul and reach for the truth of your life. Your life has meaning. You are deeply loved. If all in this world is fleeting, then hold fast to love. For love is infinite. Love is a driving force capable of up-ending the universe and kicking it in the rump ( much needed at times).
YOU ARE DEEPLY LOVED, and you have exquisite power to love others... to love strangers. Those trapped in the wakefulness of life. A smile, an ear, a soft hand on the shoulder. A hug, a kiss, a nudge in the right direction.
Be noble not for nobility's sake, or for the glory of being seen, but rather allow your demeanor to evolve from the love you share with others, even when others are not capable of seeing.
Love. Love and sleep. Dream among the clouds and lotus. Swim among the stream of humanity. Touch all the earth with your hands and toes. Smell the salty air. Gaze upon stars and encourage others to do the same.
For what is the best hallmark of humanity and civilization? It is not gleaming towers of glass and steel. Nor is it an Xbox and wii... it is love.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
How To Marry A Russian...
Taken from our wedding website... http://sidandkatya.wedding.com
Our Story
How We Met:
As luck would have it, Sid was hosting a business dinner at Perry's where Katrina was the hostess. They shared some small talk while Sid waited on his clients to arrive. Ever the self promoter and go getter, Katrina mentioned that she would love to do some consulting if ever the chance arose. With a "why not" type of shrug, Sid got her contact information. He had work in Russia (Omsk) which would require translation...
How We Got Engaged:
Over the next 9 months they became very good friends... she was the side kick helping him figure out the best romantic dates for the girl of the hour, and he was the "big brother" rescuing her away from drunk boys that she didn't want to go home with... Each one always accepted the other, despite their flaws. It was true friendship. One day, Stacie Yates (Alegria)birthday to be exact (April 26), Mikel Zirulo mentioned to Sid that she thought it obvious and "perfectly ok" for the two to date. And with the simple sweetness that many of us have come to recognize of Mikel's clarity, it all clicked for Sid! He did love her (Katrina that is, not Mikel)! The next 72 hours were a blur. Somehow, including an international fair, some rollerblade wheelie things, a cowboy hat, and some paintings... the two ended up kissing and in love... it would be their only date however... The madness ensued over the next week though. Sid left for an extended trip to New York and various locations in Europe. He stopped in Cartier's and Tiffany's in Manhattan, Munich, and Paris... well to say the least, Sid realized that he was loving his best friend... a person that he knew inside and out, someone he admired and enjoyed... engagement made sense. Keep in mind, he was in Europe, so with a $1500.00 cell phone bill later, he returned to Houston and promptly asked her to marry him. Together they went to Jareds (not Cartier nor Tiffany's) and found the perfect ring. That night, May 14th, 2007, they formally announced their engagement to a gathering of close friends.
Our Story
How We Met:
As luck would have it, Sid was hosting a business dinner at Perry's where Katrina was the hostess. They shared some small talk while Sid waited on his clients to arrive. Ever the self promoter and go getter, Katrina mentioned that she would love to do some consulting if ever the chance arose. With a "why not" type of shrug, Sid got her contact information. He had work in Russia (Omsk) which would require translation...
How We Got Engaged:
Over the next 9 months they became very good friends... she was the side kick helping him figure out the best romantic dates for the girl of the hour, and he was the "big brother" rescuing her away from drunk boys that she didn't want to go home with... Each one always accepted the other, despite their flaws. It was true friendship. One day, Stacie Yates (Alegria)birthday to be exact (April 26), Mikel Zirulo mentioned to Sid that she thought it obvious and "perfectly ok" for the two to date. And with the simple sweetness that many of us have come to recognize of Mikel's clarity, it all clicked for Sid! He did love her (Katrina that is, not Mikel)! The next 72 hours were a blur. Somehow, including an international fair, some rollerblade wheelie things, a cowboy hat, and some paintings... the two ended up kissing and in love... it would be their only date however... The madness ensued over the next week though. Sid left for an extended trip to New York and various locations in Europe. He stopped in Cartier's and Tiffany's in Manhattan, Munich, and Paris... well to say the least, Sid realized that he was loving his best friend... a person that he knew inside and out, someone he admired and enjoyed... engagement made sense. Keep in mind, he was in Europe, so with a $1500.00 cell phone bill later, he returned to Houston and promptly asked her to marry him. Together they went to Jareds (not Cartier nor Tiffany's) and found the perfect ring. That night, May 14th, 2007, they formally announced their engagement to a gathering of close friends.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
New Year
No one is perfect. We all have fear, we all have pride. We all make mistakes. I have lied, cheated, and hurt many people. Many people have lied, cheated, and hurt me.
Life happens. We choose to feel hurt and angry. And we choose to feel joy and hope.
We all want to be better people, honorable, kind, just, good. In essence, most people want to be righteous. But in the light of our inadequacies, our failures, and over all let downs, we loose hope. Some people cry. Some get angry. Others run.
You are people who I have come to call my friend. Not because of your perfections, nor because of your imperfections, but rather because you hope for a good future - for yourselves and your children.
You try to understand things like faith. Faith in things greater than your self. Faith in the virtues and essences that drive your soul. Faith in your family, community, your people.
You believe in the connection that comes from your folk. Your community creates a sense of harmony, security, and joy. You have witnessed failure, heartbreak, dishonor, betrayal, and still you have poured yourselves into your community. Forgiving the faults of others, bridging peace, and learning to keep the flames of your small community alive.
Most of all you try to have a definition of Family, that transcends the ties of blood - into something more real: trust, loyalty, and love. You understand that real family is built by relationship. You implicitly realize that an unknowable love, exists in the tether of friendship, romance, and long endured time.
Family forgives. Family adapts. Family endures.
Life happens. It is how we deal with the choices before us, that determines the memories of our hearts, the songs of our lives, and the stories of our souls.
If any God exists, yours or mine, then let Him be honored by our ability to stay true to our beliefs... even when we are injured the most - especially when we are afraid, angry, and confused.
God, wants truth and relationship. You know this. The relationship with God is easy to mimic when we have no need of His wisdom and grace. But when times send us into places that are dark, angry, or sorrowful, it is our trust in His truth that truly defines our song.
I hope you are facing the New Year with hearts ready for new adventures, burdens, and Joy. I wish you peace and hope you honor your responsibilities to your community, to your children, to your God, and most of all to each other.
Always your friend, and always ready to listen,
Sidhartha
27 Dec 2007
Life happens. We choose to feel hurt and angry. And we choose to feel joy and hope.
We all want to be better people, honorable, kind, just, good. In essence, most people want to be righteous. But in the light of our inadequacies, our failures, and over all let downs, we loose hope. Some people cry. Some get angry. Others run.
You are people who I have come to call my friend. Not because of your perfections, nor because of your imperfections, but rather because you hope for a good future - for yourselves and your children.
You try to understand things like faith. Faith in things greater than your self. Faith in the virtues and essences that drive your soul. Faith in your family, community, your people.
You believe in the connection that comes from your folk. Your community creates a sense of harmony, security, and joy. You have witnessed failure, heartbreak, dishonor, betrayal, and still you have poured yourselves into your community. Forgiving the faults of others, bridging peace, and learning to keep the flames of your small community alive.
Most of all you try to have a definition of Family, that transcends the ties of blood - into something more real: trust, loyalty, and love. You understand that real family is built by relationship. You implicitly realize that an unknowable love, exists in the tether of friendship, romance, and long endured time.
Family forgives. Family adapts. Family endures.
Life happens. It is how we deal with the choices before us, that determines the memories of our hearts, the songs of our lives, and the stories of our souls.
If any God exists, yours or mine, then let Him be honored by our ability to stay true to our beliefs... even when we are injured the most - especially when we are afraid, angry, and confused.
God, wants truth and relationship. You know this. The relationship with God is easy to mimic when we have no need of His wisdom and grace. But when times send us into places that are dark, angry, or sorrowful, it is our trust in His truth that truly defines our song.
I hope you are facing the New Year with hearts ready for new adventures, burdens, and Joy. I wish you peace and hope you honor your responsibilities to your community, to your children, to your God, and most of all to each other.
Always your friend, and always ready to listen,
Sidhartha
27 Dec 2007
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