Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Connie and Mother, proving beauty is not all about youth.
Grandfather of the groom and father of the bride are birthday twins!
Bill and officiant Lee share a laugh, while Carol and Josh are clearly conspiring about something. Wedding wrangler Linda is in the doorway.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
A poem my Matthew wrote for the wedding of friends 2 years ago. . .
Visible Light
for John and Seana
To the telescope, each star is solitary,
a thousand lifetimes removed from its nearest kin,
circled by lesser flecks and swarming dust,
condemned to flare and gutter, brilliant and alone.
These cosmic distances cannot be diminished.
To come to understand the lonesome suns
we put away our explorer's instruments
and turn a less intrepid eye inward,
holding silent for the slow wonders found there.
In the star's private heart,
beneath its brilliant skin, two atoms,
each, apart, a simple perfect planet,
merge and are reformed as a new substance
with an energy neither could attain alone.
This is simple, and it requires faith in the unseen.
It is invisible to us, the subatomic joining—
we can only know its traces and its signs.
We gather together to confirm your fusion,
to observe the incandescent forging of a new sun,
to marvel at the miracle of this endless combination,
to share your offered warmth and light,
and join you to the blazing order of the night.
for John and Seana
To the telescope, each star is solitary,
a thousand lifetimes removed from its nearest kin,
circled by lesser flecks and swarming dust,
condemned to flare and gutter, brilliant and alone.
These cosmic distances cannot be diminished.
To come to understand the lonesome suns
we put away our explorer's instruments
and turn a less intrepid eye inward,
holding silent for the slow wonders found there.
In the star's private heart,
beneath its brilliant skin, two atoms,
each, apart, a simple perfect planet,
merge and are reformed as a new substance
with an energy neither could attain alone.
This is simple, and it requires faith in the unseen.
It is invisible to us, the subatomic joining—
we can only know its traces and its signs.
We gather together to confirm your fusion,
to observe the incandescent forging of a new sun,
to marvel at the miracle of this endless combination,
to share your offered warmth and light,
and join you to the blazing order of the night.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I've been thinking about this for awhile.
And really, why shouldn't I join the seemingly endless parade of people who blog? I have things to say! And pictures to show! And family and friends to keep in touch with in a lazy, look-at-me fashion!
My brilliant idea for Mother's Day was to make a few videos to share with M's mother and mine. Rather than email them each video, I thought "I should post these somewhere and they can just go look!" Thus was born yet another self-indulgent blog with a readership in the single digits. I hope you enjoy, my family and friends!
My brilliant idea for Mother's Day was to make a few videos to share with M's mother and mine. Rather than email them each video, I thought "I should post these somewhere and they can just go look!" Thus was born yet another self-indulgent blog with a readership in the single digits. I hope you enjoy, my family and friends!
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About Me
- Miss Melissa
- I work for the Los Alamos County Library System and have for 16+ years. I teach at Pajarito Environmental Education Center and direct the children's choir at the UU church. I'm married and childfree by choice,