my boy hosive proclaimed his love for magical people once.
i love magical people too.
there are special people in the world who step into a room and charge the atmosphere simply with their presence. there are those who have a quiet way about them and when they speak they earn the silence of others. their words can change lives, alleviate and heal the oppressive states we find ourselves in. some are able to always see moments in life as colorful living beauty where others see as mundane. they see people, really see them in such a way they feel more human again. they may walk beside you for even a brief period of time and are able to leave such an fingerprint upon your soul that you are no longer the same. sometimes it’s in their death that makes that kind of mark which moves us to finally count our days and live a new kind of life.
in memory of a good brother who touched our communities – raise your cups high. drink to life. let the firing of rifles resound.
alas i repent. i don’t have many days left to spare.
just like the one who stepped into this world, walked with everyday people and called them his friends even when they weren’t when it counted most. he didn’t force people to live a certain way but he spoke of another way and showed them the way to this life, the way it was meant to be lived. in fact he was the way.
when i look at the world [u2, all that you can’t leave behind ]
When you look at the world / What is it that you see? / People find all kinds of things / That bring them to their knees / I see an expression / So clear and so true / That it changes the atmosphere / When you walk into the room
So I try to be like you / Try to feel it like you do / But without you it’s no use / I can’t see what you see / When I look at the world
When the night is someone elses / And you’re trying to get some sleep / When your thoughts are too expensive / To ever want to keep / When there’s all kinds of chaos / And everyone is walking lame
You don’t even blink now, do you / Or even look away
So I try to be like you / Try to feel it like you do / But without you it’s no use / I can’t see what you see / When I look at the world
I can’t wait any longer / I can’t wait till I’m stronger / Can’t wait any longer / To see what you see / When I look at the world
I’m in the waiting room / Can’t see for the smoke / I think of you and your holy book / While the rest of us choke
Tell me, tell me, what do you see? Tell me, tell me, what’s wrong with me
So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it. colossians 3:12-14
i heart my magical friends and yeah they’re supastars.
respect to my boy webba and the yoyonation for being showcased on nbc news JOIN THE NATION!
much love to anna michelle and teddy for getting blinged out last week and gettin yours on ugly betty

get your apron on at kitschnglam.com – sold at anthropologie and other fine retailers…
and of course this post aint magical without my best boy who knows just what to do when the moment arises. you just love the camera.
thanks eric for the kodak moment
jayden was demonstrating his skills of listening and compassion when little becca didn’t exactly appreciate all the superbowl excitement
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