Holy Matrimony or a Written Contractual Arrangement?

I prefer holy matrimony to written contractual arrangements, i.e. prenuptial agreements. It requires sacrifice, patience, and love that runs very deep. It must steer clear of rushing, eye to eye avoidance and listening halfheartedly. It provides for someone with whom to stay up late under trying circumstances, through old age. It can be very romantic given the lack of anything contractual beyond a simple, marriage certificate. It’s much more than friendship with an agreed to set of rules. Paraphrasing John Dunne, no man or woman is an island. To me, holy matrimony is immeasurably sweeter than the island of which he speaks.

H. Rubin, memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, an e-book available on Amazon


Seeing the World in 2017

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So one could visit Seattle. If one found this place in front of the Asian Art Museum, just the right angle, and, light would be needed to catch this particular glimpse.

When I was lucky enough to capture this image after numerous shots I may well have waited for hours and taken hundreds more images before this image was captured. So I ask you, if it’s the visual you treasure on your journeys, aren’t you better off catching the images via the web? Should luck be the factor in the quality of nature you can observe on your journeys?

It’s a question worth reflecting upon as that horizon reveals that sunlight. Of greater import to our senses is this comment by Helen Keller in 1933:

“I who am blind can give one hint to those who see—one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.”


H Robert Rubin, memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, an e-book available at Amazon

Holy Matrimony

People seem to lose track of what holy matrimony means. It is about change. It’s not easy to grow old and overcome obstacles together but it brings depth to the individuals and the marriage, a holiness if you will. To drift from that journey is to get lost amongst the weeds.

To me Shakespeare described holy matrimony best in his 116th Sonnet:

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
    Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his  bending sickle’s compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me prov’d,
    I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

Food for Thought on Good Friday

“Skeptics believe that any exclusive claims to a superior knowledge of spiritual reality cannot be true. But this objection is itself a religious belief. It assumes God is unknowable, or that God is loving but not wrathful, or that God is an impersonal force rather than a person who speaks in Scripture. All of these are unprovable faith assumptions.” Keller, Timothy. The Reason for God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism (p. 12). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Even atheists assume based essentially on faith that there is no higher power.

H. Rubin, author of Look Backward Angel, an e book at Amazon.


I believe the Lord wants us on a path where we are less likely to say or do the wrong thing, as we deepen our faith, reaching for the Holy Spirit in times of provocation and always remembering we are children of God and saints in His eyes. I have been healing my soul with the guidance of the Holy Spirit since the age of 40,  about 32 years ago. Part of my journey is available in my first book of memoirs, Look Backward Angel, an e-book on Amazon:

Other thoughts are available on this blog and I am in the process of writing my second volume of memoirs. Please see my free sample/preview which is the first few pages of Look Backward Angel above. I believe you will find it feeds your soul.

God bless you and keep you.

H. Rubin

Two Peaceful Weeks in the Calendar, Even More Peaceful Yesterday

For years I’ve watched two tournaments that end and start a week apart every spring. The environment in each case is good for my soul whoever is victorious.

The second one on the calendar, the Monte-Carlo Masters, was first a tennis championship in 1897. Its center court provides a view of the magnificent Mediterranean. That court is surrounded on either side by seating with character and European taste sprinkled with cabanas. The serenity I’ve always loved by beautiful bodies of water comes home to me all that week. “He leadeth me beside the still water:” Psalm 23, 2a. It’s even a gentle surface upon which the tennis is played, clay.

The first one each year, the Masters in Augusta Georgia, has a particular place in my heart because I lived in that somewhat pastoral town in the mid-70s. I remember the traffic as a non-issue. I’d go to work on my bike rolling down a pleasant hill.

When I first lived there I lived in apartments next to the Masters course, in essence a green pasture with beautiful pines, flowers, ponds, bridges and creeks.  “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures,” Psalm 23, 2b. The pasture is studded with large beautiful golf greens that in contrast challenge every golfer with the most pressure filled, prestigious of all the major tournaments. It’s in many ways, the Wimbledon of golf, though it started a bit later, 1934.

Sergio Garcia had played in over 70 major golf tournaments without a victory despite his fine game. Then yesterday, at 37, to the surprise of many, he found peace in that beautiful pasture and came home a victor. I had watched him for many years, now showing a bit of white on the whiskers of his chin. Those were frustrating times for Sergio and I had seen the frustration across his brow many times. The victory was so sweet.

How his fellow golfers felt about his victory was best expressed by his good friend and primary competitor yesterday, Justin Rose, winner of a major in 2013. “If I was going to lose, I’m glad I lost to Sergio. “

H. Rubin, memoirist and author of “Look Backward Angel”, an e-book available at Amazon.

Seattle For a Few Days

cropped-me-in-black-and-white-2016Visited Seattle for a long anniversary weekend. We were struck by the aromas of wonderful baked goods and quality coffee that wafted through Pike Place Market. Our time in the market in some ways was like a visit to the turn of the 19th/20th Century. We breakfasted twice in the Athenian Seafood Restaurant, a cafe that opened the year of my late father’s birth, 1909. We watched cheese being made at Beecher’s. We joined in the laughter as large fish were flung to others in the market. I guess the flingers were sure I would drop one. Don’t miss Pike Place in the course of your travels.

H. Rubin, memoirist and author of “Look Backward Angel”, an e-book available at Amazon.