I recently saw the film The Age of Adaline. It is yet another contrived tale of youth, beauty, love, and immortality. Beautiful people. Beautiful outfits Beautiful scenes. Beautifully quiet.
Janine Helligar
It Was Always Lucille
Last week a legendary blues artist and guitarist died. And by his own account he had fathered 15 children with 15 different women (more or less) and had 50 grandchildren.
When my mum told me he had died and the fact that he had fathered 15 children with multiple women, I texted to four of my closest friends: “A famous man died last night leaving behind 15 children with multiple women and 50 grandchildren. What does this factoid say about the man?”
Love Fights
I want to give you the 411 on good love, whether it be friendly, familial, or romantic:
Love does NOT toss you away like a used Kleenex or a paper Dixie cup. EVER.
Are You Hiding and Hoping?!
“We all live in hiding. In one way or another, each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it, others because they don’t like being seen. And then there are the special cases, the ones who hide because… because… because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.” ~ U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon, “In Plain Sight, Season 1, Pilot”
Rumi loves, love too!
This forever-ness of bleak, bitter coldness has bitten not only my ears, fingers and toes but also chilled me to the core and numbed my heart. And I am left feeling, well, nothing, but C-O-L-D.
So, today, I will leave you with one of the most beautiful love poems ever. It was written by Rumi, who was a 13th century poet, jurist, Islāmic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Whew, busy, busy, busy man. However, did he find time to dream, dreams of love?!)
Mommy, I love you!
I believe in love at first sight, because I’ve been loving my mom since I opened my eyes. ~alssyamarieg [tumblr]
I wrote this poem to honor the woman who I admire most and who has been my rock in this turbulence we call life.
Love Is Radiant, True, Hopeful
Love, the most powerful force on Earth, has different faces. This was originally my opening line. Really?! Yes, I know, it is trite, tired, and what a mother lode of ca-ca!