summer skin in the Empire State

There is something special about the first warm days of the year.  Snow is all but forgotten (even if it stay til April), school slows and eventually ends, summer plans are made and the dark northeast becomes a tourist magnet for city dweller and hibernating animal alike.  I have always thought the term "spring fever" for young men and women is an intriguing phenomenon.  Somehow, the weather changing gets people, in body and mind, to feel Alive and rejuvenated, ready to seek out another, hoping for romance...


yet there is a correspondence beyond a summer romance we truly seek.
There is a Hope that does not disappoint,
There is a Love that never fails...
  or keeps score

As a good friend reminded me recently, Love is the one thing we never stop seeking as a human race.  Maybe it is a part of our being, celestial in nature, cut to the core.  Maybe it is written on our hearts.  Maybe it is part of the fantasy we attempt to breathe life into.  Regardless, Love, and the pursuit therein, is the most cosmically engaging aspect of the human existence and the element that proves we are not so evolutionary after all. Why would a species hold onto an element of their being that consistently destroys and stretches their very existence?  And why, upon reaching this love, do they realize it is flawed and many times not enough?  How can we be made for this, yet seek more?

this summer, make sure your Passion has purpose <><;

There is something special about the first warm days of the year...


Listening: Matt Nathanson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXvMJ2UF4RM&NR=1


http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b4/Niagara_Falls_-_American_Falls_At_Night.JPG

Breathless expectation

To all my friends at CSC and those friends I have yet to meet;

May your summer be beautiful, like the stars as they move,
That your faith may hold you, as a mother and child crossing the street,
That your Hope may burn bright, as the fire you dance around,
That your love may move, for it is in the moving that we give words their meanings and actions to the heart,

That you may stand to those things that would have you be pushed and pulled to a place outside of your very own destiny,
That you would laugh, love, live free and sing, (ANBERLIN)
And that your heart would be Alive,
So alive that others follow you for the light you posses,
So Alive, you radiate love and romanticize peace.

So to reiterate the message of TWLOHA; every one of us has a story.  It's completely unique to us, like our finger prints.  Each story ebbs and flows, each story is full of mountain top screams of joy, and bottom of the ocean drowning, dwindling life.  Yet we choose to live, because we are Alive.  The greatest gift is to truly live.  I hope everyone has the people and experiences in their life this summer to help them do just that. 

And in learning and living your own story, that you have the courage to step out, in breathless expectation, to go wherever your Hopeful dreams and Bold heart would lead you... (ellipses)

(image CSC website)

BEGINNINGS- Sanctuary in a Lions mouth

REVERSE!
Why the blog and what's it all about? And how come correspondence is such a long word?

Well, I want to write, as the sub title mentions about everyday miracles and important lessons I learn in my life adn maybe, just maybe they are helpful to others, if even one other person. Believe it or not, lessons learned in New Hampshire are actually applicable to life outside of living free and looking at mountains. Ok, so Correpondence comes from a phrase that has meant a lot to me the last few years. Your could also write heart, or spark, or feeling. The correspondence is that moment where your heart feels alive, it could be a spring rain shower, a smile of an old friend, the voice of God, a sunrise, a song- whatever. Point is it moves you, and it sustains you. This is the movement of the heart that we all so desperately desire, and, need.
The word Daring simply comes from the fact that so few actually take the chance at letting this feeling move them and help them live and discover that a heart alive, is a heart right. SO what does this feel like?
You'll know when you get there. Trust me. There is nothing else like it. In the words of Jon Foreman, "there ain't no durg, no drug to make me well"-Maybe the drug is the heart, and maybe it takes feeding, nurturing, affection, creativity, and even words to move- Maybe its been ransomed, but yet still feels trapped.

Anyway, this is about our hearts. recapturing them, feeling them, making them move. Its not easy; its actually petrifying. Yet it is worth it. And somehow your body, your soul want to head towards this correspondence, this light.
I believe it is found in all things, but especially in simple conversations where tow people share whats going on and encourage one another. It starts at the ground level. It starts with you, and me. It's a courageous heart, its a bold proposition, its a true feeling, it is a Daring Correspondence and its there for the taking. Are you willing to Move? Chances are I am just as scared as you, but, I am Hoping beyond Hope this is true-

We are ALL alive, but how many of us are really living?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-QThgztMUw