Meet Me At The Courthouse

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The most adorable couple!  The beautiful Camille, and her handsome husband, Josh, on the day of their courthouse wedding in New York.

Josh and Camille

(She may be marrying Josh, but she ain’t giving up Leland.  He’s part of the package.)

May they forever remember the romance, the adventure, and the delight of this, their first day of wedded life.

Acceptance

The bar in Cambridge,
blues and greens
as preppies like
But he was Portuguese
Sexy man
Who taught me about freedom
We shared a love of the truth
His Pulitzer
My business
Our hearts lived
Apart and at a great
And comfortable
distance

 

And his first kiss on
Valleyheart
When he argued
For his limitations
Daring me to love
Him anyway
Nine years later,
three cats
and laughter
I’d dared
And lost
The argument.
Friendship
Now
Trumps all

 

And the intense stare
across the theatre
Eyes locked
A slow, understated
Approach
I thought was sexy
Only to find
he was just depressed
The black jaguar
The penthouse
And me
Sitting
Patiently
Beside sadness

 

And how I lost
three years there
which weren’t as fun
as three years lost
in a trailer park
along side him
in the pick up
Marlboro reds
and flamingoes.
Real, sexy years of tequila
And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges
He had a glock
Under his pillow
We’d have been ok anywhere

 

And then there was Yale
And the Olympics
And shells on the Thames
And the river Charles
A green Porsche
and the secret society
His book
My glamorous job
Endless betrayals
his with others
mine
by absentia

 

And he had a lisp
and was a valet
and loved me like
No other and
I wanted to make him
my Pygmalion
and I could have
If only
We hadn’t lost a child

 

And one I distrusted
hypnotized me
And another
dying to love me
left me dying to be free.
And one I adore
Is out of reach.

 

Finally, I look
Back to my father
And wonder why,
he hurt me so.
No sympathy requested
No complaint here stated.

 

As I lay dying
I read the swords
(Like on the tarot card)
Betrayal,
Compromise
Confiscated
Robbed
Raped
Cheated
Liar
Loss
Absent
And finally,
The last
So what.

 

I saw him
The other night
Resurrected
in a golden orb
His face shone
With a gentle pride
At me.

 

“I did it
all because
I loved you
And your
triumph is
My job
well done.”

 

I may be late
To the library,
to the party
To discover
Wiki
I may be late
to You tube
And behind
In the polls
But I am not
surrendered in pain
I am triumphant with
Understanding

 

I am “it”

 

And “no”is my best
friend
And  “yes” is its great cousin

 

How might I
Find my man
Until I know
The man in me?
She who asserts
And discerns,
Establishes boundaries
Is on her side
And behalf.
She who fights for her best
And takes no prisoners.
She who knows
Her worth
And protects it
With ferocity
She who would be him
if he were to arrive as me
Man.
Mine.

Comfort

 

The most
gentle
of calls to
rise,
tenderly rain
touches the spirit
with the softest of
nature’s dance

 

and in the white
tranquility,
tucked warmly
under
the wing
of a swan,
Eyes yet closed
against the day

 

I heard
I listened

 

Lifting
Shimmering
Kissing lightly tree branches
Whispering though
Falling leaves,
Carried
To heaven

 

a voice
Light and clean

 

I held
My breath
To receive
Her message

 

“in the arms of…..”

 

The note
Was carried
Open
As a cry
Broken hearted

 

Breathless
I held
Open
The door.

 

“an angel,
may you find……….”

 

and again a caress
Tumbling the
Length of
A shattered body,
A hand
made of
tenderness
sharing, taking
the suffering of her
beloved

 

“some comfort here.”

 

The comfort of
angels is here.

 

my
first
on another
blessed day

From Prom, to Wedding, to Red Carpet

“Alexa,” “Elizabeth,” “Karine”

“Karine,” “Michelle,” “Ivanka”

“Ashley,” “Raquel,” “Tori top” with “Daniya skirt”

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The Wedding: Claire and Ted

May they forever hold each other with equal tenderness and with as profound an awareness of beauty, as they did on this day.

Bride Claire wearing the Shareen Bridal “Grace” for her wedding at Spring Creek Ranch in Winthrop, WA.

A New Year

It begins.
The first
new day
of the first 
month.

A new year
is 365 
new days
Thank God.
May we
have them
all.

Resolve only 
to love
yourself
with
all
of
your imperfeCtionS 

Pray only 
that you love 
others as 
you do 
yourself.

Love is 
90 percent
forgiveness.

It’s ok.
All of it.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.
The wrong.
The false.
It’s ok.

We are human.
None of us perfect.
Love is all.

Forgiveness
makes it so.

He sings……
” the power 
of your heart,
the power of
your heart.
All around 
the world
just to bring
you back,
that’s the power 
of your heart.”

Pray it.
Whisper it.
Sing it.
Scream it.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Another year 
lived, 
another
offered.

Happy, indeed.

I love you,
Shareen