Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightMake someone happyMake just one someone happyFrom now on our troubles withBe out of sightMake just one heart the heart that you sing toOne smile that cheers youHave yourself a merry little Christmasmake the Yule-tide gayLove is the answerSomeone to love is the answerFrom now on all our troubles willBe miles awayOnce again as in olden timesHappy golden times of yourFaithful friends who are dear to usGather near to us once moreThrough the years we allWill be togetherIf the fates allowHigh a shining starUpon the highest boughAnd have yourself aMerry little Christmas nowMake someone happyMake just one someone happyAnd you will be happy, too.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Medley challenge anyone?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Climbing to Gain Perspective
I've enjoyed one-on-one time with straight and gay friends hundreds of times over the years--business lunches, runs, hikes, rides. On various Utah mountains I've gained more than altitude. I've seen the world around and below me in greater perspective, and sometimes, particularly with lyrics like these in my earbuds, I've wished that I could tell a few of those close friends how much they mean to me, without confessing that, "Yeah, I've got Judy Garland and Rufus Wainwright concerts on the iPod."
Alone together, beyond the crowd
Above the world
We're not too proud to cling together
We're strong as long as we're together
But then I end up using straight-guy language. The unambiguous language of actions not words. Saying "I like you" with invitations accepted or invitations offered. Saying "I choose to be with you," by showing up and making our way to higher ground together.
Monday, March 9, 2009
A Love That Will Never Grow Old?
I saw TMIL (the man I love) today. We spent a few minutes walking and talking just hours ago. I sometimes let myself forget just how good it is to be with him. I had work and worries on my mind when lunch time arrived early on this first Monday of daylight jumbled time. I was thinking so much about other stuff that it surprised me how grateful I was to see him, to look in his eyes, to hear his voice. I've felt this affinity for him hundreds of times during the short decade of our friendship, but it never grows old. It's wonderful and it still surprises me sometimes.
Maybe this is how his wife feels when she sees him after he's been gone. Maybe this is how he feels when they're together. What a blessing will be ours if my wife and I ever again feel even a portion of this magic. Meanwhile, TMIL is here in my life, a one-sided bromance, a good friend, a great blessing, a love I doubt will ever grow old.
Worth a listen:
The Man I Love
A Love That Will Never Grow Old
