Go!

So as most of you have heard, Sungee and I were married a few weeks ago. The ceremony was at our home — quaint, intimate, and amazing. I’m so so happy that we got married at home! In our house of love. What a wonderful memory we’ll have of this time!

I think, from talking to some, that many people forget the details of this day. Because they are busy bustling around, trying their hardest to remember everything — trying to keep their guests happy while maintaining sanity… We had none of that. There were 7 guests. No fear, no stress, and maybe just a little nervousness. It was after all a pretty important day. We’re waiting for the pictures to be edited…but for now, enjoy this — my favorite. :)


Logical? No.

What surprises you, Dalai Lama?


One Week

My Husband,

A week ago, I became your wife. A week ago you became my husband. As the minister said, we have been connected on a “soul” level for as long as existence has been. But for this marriage to be official on this earthly plane is so wonderful!

I know it has “only” been a week. But I get it now. I get how it is amazing and beautiful and “different” from the before. I get how it changes us. How we immediately figure out what it’s all about and how we still have so much more to learn too.

I can’t wait to see where this life will lead us. I am just as excited today as I was one week ago as I will be for life… to spend my days with you.

With Love,

Your Wife


Confusion.

There are certain things that we MUST do.
There are certain things that we do not have to do if they don’t resonate with our souls..
I BELIEVE we are confused about what things fall into each of these two categories…


Lovely

“Season’s Trees”
Lyrics Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi feat. Norah Jones –

“Every girl gets her dreams
Cast into reality
Never seemed to bother me
Only just recently

‘Cause you seem to believe
That we’ll never be free
Always gonna be needing

Can’t we be
Like the season’s trees
Changeably
Just not so easily

All in all we’re the same
Jumping through hoops of flames
Sounds fun, what a dangerous game
Pretty picture trapped in frame

But you seem to behave
Like we’ll always be slaves
Never running away

Can’t we be
Like the season’s trees
Changeably
Just not too easily

‘Cause you seem to believe
That we’ll never be free
Always gonna be needing

Can’t we be
Like the season’s trees
Changeably
Just not so easily”


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