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Thursday, March 28, 2013

The daffodil I picked up
was at your house
the one I felt as I strolled by Hoyt and Sackett.
You made me laugh
playfully whispering
the scent of roses and solidarity in my ear.
Why is it that I'm still flooded
with torrid rain as I listen to your heart?
Quenching the chest
with the drink of what's to come.
Looking for sprouts
in the damp Brooklyn earth.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

 ‘ Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.’
Iris Murdoch

Saturday, March 9, 2013

manifique



Un film qui porte des larmes aux yeux. Émouvant, plein d'âme et sagesse.

Friday, March 8, 2013

a big little love


My son has a girl friend. They are 6 (well she just turned 6 and Jan is one month away from his birthday). They admire each other, listen, laugh, are thoughtful to their needs and give each other lots of space.  It is a good friendship like any other but with someone of the opposite sex. Everyone in the school knows about it, they sit together at lunch and hold hands. They also have other friends and to them it's no question that they like each other best. They have discussed it.

I like to imagine that this is were genuine friendships are formed, that all relationships, regardless with men or women, begin with just two people who like each other for who they are. They are open, free and not afraid to express their needs all the while knowing the other is there. There is no weight placed on yesterday or tomorrow, but just the quality of enjoying each other in the now.