Touch me deep...

Editor, diplomat and poet James Russell Lowell had a wonderful
attitude. One day, when passing a building in the outskirts of Boston,
he noticed an identifying inscription: "Home for Incurable Children."
To a friend he remarked, "They'll get me in there some day."

If he means that he'll never be cured of an overriding enthusiasm for
living, then I also hope they'll get me into a place like that some
day. I never want to outgrow my zeal for life. I never want to become
so jaded as to take living for granted.

Whoever compiled this list knew how to live with enthusiasm! Here's
all the advice you'll need to live well and with zeal.

Life is beauty; appreciate it.
Life is a dream; realize it.
Life is a challenge; meet it.
Life is a duty; complete it.
Life is a game; play it.
Life is a sorrow; feel it.
Life is a song; sing it.
Life is a struggle; accept it.
Life is an adventure; risk it.
Life is a puzzle; solve it.
Life is opportunity; take it.
Life is a song; sing it.
Life is a mission; fulfill it.
Life is life; live it!
 
My 5 year old to me: " I am asking you to have patience, because I love you. Now please listen to me!"

:rolleyes:
 
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The bitter part is that when you met such a person, it's painfully hard to not be with them..... Because when you meet your "partner," morality, eithics, doing right by a good person and three kids...often goes out the window. All you want is to be with that yin to your yang. That other self.

And THAT is how you know. You know because if they say to you, "I can't stand not being with you always, so I'm leaving. Come with me or not..." you will drop everything, leave all you've ever known behind to go with them. They're it. And you're not complete without them.

And that's, IMHO, is what "you'll know" means in that context.

From Sub Joe's " Love" thread.
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Feeling the baby kick, and daydreaming about holding her in my arms. She likes music already :heart:

Hi Vana, just got back from France. Was going to ask how the two of you were getting along, guess you just answered that one for me. May happiness always be yours.

Chris :rose:
 
EE Cummings - i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
 
I was kind of growly last night, and when my one and a half year old nephew came into my room at around seven o'clock this morning he'd brought me a present...

It was a random choice. He'd just raided my sister's bedside table and taken whatever he liked the look of... and it happened to be a huge bottle of evening primrose oil :eek:

It was cute. Maybe he thought some 'Nice Girl Pills' would do the trick ;)
 
Clarissa Vaughn: From the movie: The Hours

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
 
My 5 year old this evening: Mommy, I wish I were a rainbow, so I could chase away the rain, and then spread my wings like a beautiful butterfly and say to the world " Look at all my pretty colours!"

:heart:
 
Part of an earlier conversation.



willing to let someone go if they love them, that is the most beautiful and unselfish act anyone can perform



That's what love does

You fight, till that person can tell you honestly, that they do not want them to fight for them any longer

and then you still fight, because it's who you are

and then you get angry and then sad and then you start letting them go a little bit at a time - not too much because that will kill you

until one morning you can wake up and not need them like you need air

And then you keep breathing and living

and letting them go, because that is what they need :heart:
 
There was a letter addressed to me from my dog's vet this morning. I was expecting a bill, but instead it turned out to be a really sweet sympathy card.

I can just about handle things like that now without crying. :rose:
 
A Hand: Jane Hirshfield

A hand is not four fingers and a thumb.

Nor is it palm and knuckles,
not ligaments or the fat's yellow pillow,
not tendons, star of the wristbone, meander of veins.

A hand is not the thick thatch of its lines
with their infinite dramas,
nor what it has written,
not on the page,
not on the ecstatic body.

Nor is the hand its meadows of holding, of shaping—
not sponge of rising yeast-bread,
not rotor pin's smoothness,
not ink.

The maple's green hands do not cup
the proliferant rain.
What empties itself falls into the place that is open.

A hand turned upward holds only a single, transparent question.

Unanswerable, humming like bees, it rises, swarms, departs.
 
admittedly this flesh lusts for many but this heart longs for only one. I don't just want to touch you. I want to touch your soul.

~me~
 
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last night I was upset and crying, and my 6-year-old got up and brought me his stuffed spiderman to sleep with.

Seems that spiderman is a cure-all.
 
"But for now, I can say that from the moment I saw her, I loved her. And no matter the price, you cannot walk away from love."

~Original Sin~
 
"Another word for love is bliss, and this ecstasy is ubiquitous and never-ending if only we can stop trying to possess it solely in a beloved Other" - Patrick Califia
 
We are everywhere. We are different.
I do not care if resistance is futile.
I will not assimilate.
 
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will allow my fear to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone I will turn my inner eye to see its path. And where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
 
~I meant to write about death, only... life came breaking in as usual~
Virginia Woolf, Diary, 17 February 1922
 
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