I am blessed to have a place called home where I am loved,
where I can be myself,
somewhere that’s much more than just a home.
I am richly blessed.
I thank the Lord and my many guardian angels for taking such good care of me,
a disciple that sometimes feels unworthy of the many blessings received but a devoted disciple nonetheless.
A Merry Christmas to all.
Happy New Year, too.
I wish each and every one of you peace.
See you in 2011 . . .

~m

To my wife . . .
(and in a small way to a  very dear friend from Cape Cod ’09.  Do you remember?)

For some people, like myself, music defines an essential and necessary part of our lives.
Thoughts, moments in time, emotions and overall philosophy regarding life can be
found floating somewhere in between the bass and treble clef of a piece of music.
I associate many times in my life with a particular piece of music, hence this post tonight.
I wrote this post back in June but it’s just appearing now, though I’m not sure why.

Maybe God knows.

I found a song that lyrically describes my current relationship with my wife, Pamela.
And no, the word “booty” is found nowhere in the song.

This song just made total sense to me, in every way.
I tried like hell to find a recording or video to post but I came up empty handed.
The lyrics to “East of Eden” by Michael McDonald describe our life to a tee.
I recommend that you download the song off Itunes or better yet buy the album “Blink of an Eye”.
No shoddy links tonight, just some lyrics.
These words perfectly describe me and the green-eyed woman that forever holds my heart in her hands.
This is purely us . . .

East of Eden

The world goes mad around us
While I stand by and watch you sleep
In the hope that harm won’t find us
I pray the Lord our souls to keep
Does he see us here
Are we precious in his sight
Or are we merely dust on this tiny ball
He hurled out into the night
Somewhere East of Eden.

From the first time that we stumble
We learn that nothing is assured
However hopelessly we tumble
It’s by the grace of God that we endure.
If there’s some better place
Far from all that’s wrong
But if God in his wisdom
Saw fit to put you here
Then this is where I belong
Somewhere East of Eden.

Maybe he laughs in our face
By way of the cold hard fact
That these moments framed in time and space
Are the same ones nothing can bring back.
“Maybe we exist and wander through this world
Just to lead each other home”
From somewhere East of Eden

I love you Mrs. Murphy . . .