The more we move out of the self toward the other, the more love guides our actions.
Love, Love, Love, and Love some more. Don’t let an opportunity pass by. You’ll never regret it. Your life will overflow with joy and happiness.
First Love
John Clare
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start —
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter’s choice?
Is love’s bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love’s appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more
“What I have observed in my two decades now as a cardiologist is that the heart that is associated with love, that metaphorical heart, directly impacts on our biological heart,” he added. “People who have healthy, loving relationships have better heart health.”
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ~ Pablo Neruda
Joe: “My girlfriend accused me of having zero empathy.”
Pete: “Why did she do that, Joe?”
Joe: “I don’t understand how she can feel that way.”
“I have a cheat-sheet for each one of my characters about their personality, the way they look, etc. So there is no possible way that I could have writer’s block.” ~ R.L. Stine
Time Enough
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I know it is early morning,
And hope is calling aloud,
And your heart is afire with Youth’s desire
To hurry along with the crowd.
But linger a bit by the roadside,
And lend a hand by the way,
‘Tis a curious fact that a generous act
Brings leisure and luck to a day.
I know it is only the noontime –
There is chance enough to be kind;
But the hours run fast when the noon has passed,
And the shadows are close behind.
So think while the light is shining,
And act ere the set of the sun,
For the sorriest woe that a soul can know
Is to think what it might have done.
I know it is almost evening,
But the twilight hour is long.
If you listen and heed each cry of need
You can right full many a wrong.
For when we have finished the journey
We will all look back and say:
‘On life’s long mile there was nothing worth while
But the good we did by the way.’
Joe: “My dad told me he had two big disappointments in life.”
Pete: “What were they?”
Joe: “His dog ran away and I didn’t.”
Martin Buber, theologian and philosopher, said we become whole by virtue of an authentic relationship with another. Moving out of one’s self-made boundaries toward another can be frightening, in doing so we discover our true self.
