There are moments in life that last like a scar. You never know when they might happen, and when they do there is nothing you can do but breathe and feel thankful that they were there. These are the lasting moments. The gifts. The perfect recipe that can never be recreated, or the moment when the light hit the water creating an image that only you could see. These moments go on to be memories that come back strikingly vivid and last the rest of your life. Memories so full of importance, so full of life, so full of all the things you never recognized them for that you can\'t help but hate that you missed it the first time around. For me, many of these moments, perhaps all of them, include the people that have and continue to shape my life, and in some way it seems natural to want to edify them all here, in this space.You see, these people never really disappear. They are the ex\'s that you can\'t let go of, they are the friends that no longer appear, they are the family that no longer shares their Christmas, and the people you\'re afraid to say you love. Many of them now just eFriends... many of them just a pokeaway from being gone.\n\nIn a movie about a rose, the thought was that sometimes there was so much beauty in the world you thought it might tear you apart. I often feel like I see that reflected in the face of the beautiful people that have brushed by me in life.\nAnd so, in a strange way these momentsfill me with a joyful despair, because they can\'t be captured by a camera phone. They can\'t be kept in a blog. No posting or video will ever fulfill the desire to feel that way again and nothing you can do can create a moment just like it.\n\nI write to you friends, of the immense gratitude I have for the moments and memories that make the silent soundtrack for a long and lonely train-ride along the trail of dusk in a quiet rain. Thankful for each drum beat tattoo that\'s scarred my heart, for each tea-house, vineyard, and campsite, meteor shower, puddle jump, and IM. Thankful for each late night, each early morning, each perfect date or mountain peak, the drink, the hug, or even just the moment you let me say thanks.\n\nThese are my scars. May they always be with me. Blog, Dedication, Poetry, Random, Video