There is Love.

So before I get to the meat of my post, I want to know, if a person rearranges something in cyberspace is it still considered nesting?  I think it might be.

I did some nesting this weekend.

1. See photo of nicely organized tupperware cabinet.  Ask anyone that tried to find a matching top and container pre-nesting and they will tell you this is a huge improvement.

2.  Below, see the pots and pans rack that I not only purchased, but INSTALLED on my own.  For those of you laughing at me, thinking, how hard could it be to mount a stainless steel rack, you clearly have not seen some of disasters caused by my determination take on home improvement projects using only the tools within my reach…typically a hammer and nails.

But this time, when I realized that the wall I wanted to hang this on is cement, I decided to consult my local hardware store.  I figured no better time than the present to practice being mom and dad.  After a quick chat with the nice man in the store, I left with a masonry drill bit, some sort of anchors that look like cork with metal in the middle and a few screws.

I got out my handy drill, a purchase from some past project gone awry…but I think there was beer involved in that project…anyway, I put on my sunglasses to protect my eyes from flying debris and climbed up on the counter top.  Low and behold, the masonry drill bit did drill into the cement (I was skeptical) and all of the items the hardware store man gave me worked to hold this nifty nesting project in place for two days and counting.

Now, onto the song that I have had stuck in my head since the wedding I was at last weekend.  While I was sitting in the church, waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle I began hoping I would hear “There Is Love,” by Peter, Paul and Mary.  I am not a huge church person, but sometimes I enjoy some of the musical selections.  Fortunately the bride was beautiful and so was the wedding, unfortunately I didn’t hear the song.
So when I got back home I downloaded it on itunes.  For those of you now craving it, here is a version on youtube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKdUpgI-8Kk

Anyway, I have had it in my head all week, which has caused some daydreaming about playing it at my own wedding when I walk down the aisle.  The aisle on the beach.  In case anyone reading this blog was planning on using these words against me when the “what about getting married in a church?'” conversation comes up.

For those of you wondering, what the hell I am doing daydreaming about my wedding, I beg you – let a girl dream, please.  I am putting the vision out there, so ideally it will come to fruition.

Anyway, the song got me thinking about the love.
Not so much romantic love, more like Kumbaya love (auntie Donna, you got through to me as a child).  And that Kumbaya love got me thinking about one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies, Love Actually.

It opens with people greeting one another at Heathrow Airport in London.
The voice over by the Prime Minister (Hugh Grant) says, Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around. 

So between the song and the movie now running through my head, it hit me.  There are two ways to view this world and the situations in it.  Either with beauty and love or without.

This evening, I wanted to take advantage of the nice weather so I grabbed my laptop and headed to one of my favorite locations on the Hudson River where it is possible to see the sunset over Hoboken.  As I was walking there, I realized that the last time I had visited this location was about 5 and a half months ago when I had one of the most painful conversations of my life.

I contemplated avoiding the location and choosing another, when I rounded the corner and saw this view.

And then I had what my friend Oprah calls an “Aha!” or a “lightbulb” moment.

I have two ways to view this location.  (When I say location, I mean the literal location from where I took this photo and the location that I am in, in my life)  I can either see it as painful and filled with hate or as beautiful and filled with love.

I can’t help but chose the latter.

I apologize for the ethereal nature of this post, especially for those of you that were expecting my usual snark.  Don’t worry.  It will be back in time.  This was just a perfect way to end a week that started with me in a funk about how much I’d rather not parent on my own.

And have no fear, I am sure there are plenty of stupid comments and random observations in my the near future that I can share to make you all laugh.

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