Scattering Generations

 We could stand on ceremony, but here we are before Doug and Jeanie Green celebrating oneness before the multiple generations of the Green's and Schickedanz's as the histories and cultures of the two families and their friends collide into Bryna and Matthew getting hitched and creating another oneness of being between two obviously connected by kismet or serendipity so as to bring this collection of notable characters to some type of shared climax.  Way down below the waves of humanity, where I want to be, they may be as they go bump in the day and night on a suspiciously nuanced happenings between the crowd and the nuptials.

Let their be the codes of heredity and the masses of life's experiences gather among the people who expand upon the years that went into the DeTurk Round Barn and it's new found rebirth as this collage of gathering folk as the day lay open, serene and collisions simultaneously occurred in both the exterior and  interior landscapes. Usual protocols danced, sang and laughed as no one or everyone was watching.  Food and music pranced around the room, the beginnings strewn around the hall before the ceremony became itself with lingering mixed with imbibings and tales of natural phenomenons and heredity rose to the top of family and friends.

The day sprang outward to the delights of the guests, with appetizers like angled sliced sausages, marinated mushrooms, sculptured vegetables with individualized flavor profiles, a delightfully flavored infused cheese and some incredible meat filled philo dough dumplings to name a few.  The buffet featured some German Potato Salad, Pasta Salad, and the gatherings of a variety of vegies, and artfully display tri-tip that had been dry spiced, marinated and grilled and cutely sliced, along with grilled boned chicken breasts as well as bone-in chicken thighs with perfectly displayed grill marks to boot.

In perfect harmony of epiphanies and vows that for somehow were inaudible to the distant crowd Matthew and Bryna wept, laughed and drew responses from the entangling crowd and cranes that hung from the multitude of rafters and vociferous fans that spread the air throughout the voluminous nooks and crannies of the historical architectural pinnacles of the DeTurk Round Barn skeleton of structural details.  The giant stacked cupcake cake, and it's offspring lay dormant through out most of the ceremonies of time immoral cliches arose to meet the challenge of the event and the events unfolding around the perimeters of it's own unique personality.

It was all in Grace and Pomp and Circumstance as the Official Photographer maneuvered flights of fancy from one family group to another, bringing with it's own empathic beginnings and ends to the rituals provided by such follies. First a small smattering of stage fright and lethargic unsure and untied family members were brought to the forefront and gathering no excess moss along the many forks in the road inhabited by photographers around the globe, drew the necessary responses and lo and behold the behemoth of family bespoke it's own truth, justice and honor to the noisy crowds abounding about.

As one entered the roundness and the lush integrity's historical invitations throughout the DeTurk's Round Barn's pasts, one was greeted with the nomenclature of the event itself and pockets of table displays, flowered wall hangings and the calls of the wild offerings abounded in and around the rooms of intentions.  One can only live in the moments of fluidity and it's constant companions of time and space alluded to itself throughout the day with jumps, leaps and choreographies of companionship's melded into the crowd and sufficed each and everyone with moment to moment exaltations.

Cascading Ambivalence

            High above the plains of mediocrity their lies a hierarchy of discontent we often polarize as a two party system.  Somewhere in time the values of compromise and presenting concepts to expand the awareness of individual freedoms has taken a back seat to partisan bickering.  Now finding another scandal to influence the ability of a sitting mandated president from accomplishing goals is one thing, which leaves a bitter taste in my mouth to begin with, but lingering in things like Benghazi and the IRS debacle is just plain mean spirited.
        There are things to get busy on like infrastructure, education, both in the senses of global competition from third world countries and the Pacific Rim and teaching the new technologies to the incoming generation, seniors and how to balance out the budget, including at last, maybe, for government to be less interested in taxing everything, but to start charging for some of it's services it provides.   Money, if you haven't noticed doesn't grow in trees or as root stock for some immaculate edible enjoyment.
         Characteristically we are not being introspective in our applications to solutions for the myriad forms of situations we have put ourselves through, especially for the last ten years, but respectively for the past 30 years or so.  We are not going to be the standard bearers for very much longer if we keep going down the same fork in the road that Robert Frost would always have us visualize in our individual lives, as a country, I suppose, is what I am saying here.
           Every administration has it's permutations of Waterloo's, but we must not seize in a matter of fact way something that doesn't meet those standards of excellence as scandals go, but push forward, in a bi-tri or quad way the things that will come to pass as encountering the challenges head on and bring about some forms of satiation so we can move on to another set of values and determinations as all things must, in order for the Universe to unfold the way that it should, come to pass, whether or not we like the outcomes.

Means and Ways of Travel

      Just about now I would imagine, as I am talking with myself, for no reason in particular, that when they wake up from the denial, they may realize it is not the bangs and whistles one is looking for in the long run.  It coalesces one imagines, into thoughts of more gas mileage and less corrosive exhaust fumes.
      You don't have to have a vehicle to tranport you around town or around the country every two or three years, compelling us to believe we are in a state of throw away economic upheaval.  If you take good care of your car, and continue to praise it's responses to your wishes, then like myself your relationship to your vehicle and it's environment that you take it through with a purpose in mind at the time of inception and the time of arrival it will, like most things in your reality that you perceive, undulate to your demands.
       Good golly, Miss Molly, you're going to drive me to drinking if you keep driving that Hot Rod Lincoln, and while you're at it, consider this if you will, we all live with the understanding that we are lucky to be alive, to have a chance to be grateful for what we have, and humbly accept the outcomes of our choices and realize we are all here for individual purposes and live contentment out with those we surround ourselves with from time to time, and in the long run, live through many moments with those we care about most.  That my dear Watsons, is the Ways and Means of our travel through time and space.  Enjoy it while it is there, and treasure while it is here, and always be grateful for the melodic movements it provides.