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The Tree of Life - Funeral Canticle

July 22, 2012

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Proof that GODSPELL can be a big hit "on the road"

I had been sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic on I-80 with a carload of belligerent teenage girls, wondering what kind of masochistic urge could have induced me to embark on a trip to New York with them in tow. The day had been miserable from the get-go and we cut it short. Now, on the return journey, there had been a massive pile-up and we must have come right up behind it. We had only moved about ten feet in the past 20 minutes, prompting me to turn off the A/C. The rising temperature inside the car was directly proportionate to the level of discontent among my passengers. I was tired of playing DJ for this group of sassy sixteen-year-olds, who had not been able to agree on anything since we passed Parsippany. I turned off the radio and told them to put on their headphones. That’s when they began arguing about who could use the car charger since all five of them had depleted the batteries on the dozen or so devices they brought along. I snickered to myself when I realized that th

Turns out I've been happily married all these years - I just never noticed!

Last night, I stumbled across some pictures taken on my honeymoon. We must have been facinated by these trees, judging from the number of shots we took. When we returned to Bermuda a few years ago with our family we photographed our daughters playing among the same roots. Seeing these photos again brought to mind a poem by William Blake that we had selected for the cover of our wedding program: Love and Harmony combine And around our souls entwine, While thy branches mix with mine And our roots together join It occurred to me that those trees symbolize the spirit of the poem. Each struck a mutual chord for Mike and I as we began to plan our future. Perhaps we made an unconscious connection? Of course, I was compelled to explore the significance of this revelation at 2 o'clock in the morning. So I dug up a copy of our program and placed it along-side. the pictures. I was struck by how apropos these words and images have become in our marriage.

I am standing upon the seashore...

LAUREN BALSANELLO PUERARO 8/23/1960 ~ 7/21/2010 Even if I had forgotten the significance of the date I would have been aware that yesterday marked a momentous loss. Like the song says "Always something there to remind me..." Two years later & I am still standing on the shore... I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, " There she goes! " Gone where? Gone from my sight . . . that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side

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