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Happy Fatherโ€™s Day

Happy Fatherโ€™s Day to the countless dads, teachers, mentors, coaches, health care workers and caregivers who offer their love, attention, guidance and expertise to children everywhere. Today is your day and we thank you!

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Summer Solstice

Summer, a magical time when the shadows are short and the days are long. A time to abandon shoes and run through lush grasses like a child. Stop to pick wild flowers along the way to nowhere. Run in circles and roam aimlessly beneath blue skies, releasing worries to the wind. Get lost. Find your way. Get lost again. Let the day take you where it will.

Go deep within the Milky Way at night. Dream until the sun comes up. Rise at will and do it all over again.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

โ€”William Shakespeare

Happy summer, everyone!

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You’re Not Alone

๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.
โ€”๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด

๐‘จ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’†
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’…๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž?
๐‘จ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’†
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’…๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ?
โ€”๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’๐’†๐’”

๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ’๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐• ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•€’๐•ž ๐•๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•๐•ช
‘โ„‚๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•š๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•š๐•˜๐•™๐•ฅ ๐•“๐•– ๐•ค๐•–๐•๐•—๐•š๐•ค๐•™
๐•€ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ’๐•ฅ ๐•’๐•ค๐•œ ๐•ช๐• ๐•ฆ ๐•ฅ๐•  ๐•™๐• ๐•๐•• ๐•ž๐•–
‘โ„‚๐•’๐•ฆ๐•ค๐•– ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•จ๐• ๐•Ÿ’๐•ฅ ๐•ž๐•–๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•จ๐•™๐•’๐•ฅ’๐•ค ๐•™๐•–๐•๐•ก๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค
โ€”๐”ธ๐•๐•–๐•ค๐•ค๐•š๐•’ โ„‚๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’

๐™ป๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š›๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šข.
โ€”๐™ผ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šƒ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŠ

๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐’ท๐“๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐’ถ๐“‚ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’๐“๐“Ž ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“๐‘’, ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐’ถ๐“‚ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐“Ž ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’๐“๐“Ž ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐“Ž.
โ€”๐’ž๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’ ๐ต๐“‡๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“‰รซ

Iแ–ด YOแ‘Œ แ—ฉแ–‡E แ—ฉแ–ดแ–‡แ—ฉIแ—ช Oแ–ด แ’ชOแ‘ŽEแ’ชIแ‘ŽEแ”•แ”•, แ—ชO แ‘ŽOT แ—ฐแ—ฉแ–‡แ–‡Y.
โ€”แ—ฉแ‘ŽTOแ‘Ž แ‘•แ•ผEKแ•ผOแฏ

๐Ÿ„ฐ๐Ÿ„ป๐Ÿ„ป ๐Ÿ„ถ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ฐ๐Ÿ…ƒ ๐Ÿ„ฐ๐Ÿ„ฝ๐Ÿ„ณ ๐Ÿ„ฟ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ฒ๐Ÿ„ธ๐Ÿ„พ๐Ÿ…„๐Ÿ…‚ ๐Ÿ…ƒ๐Ÿ„ท๐Ÿ„ธ๐Ÿ„ฝ๐Ÿ„ถ๐Ÿ…‚ ๐Ÿ„ฐ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ„ด ๐Ÿ„ป๐Ÿ„พ๐Ÿ„ฝ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ป๐Ÿ…ˆ
โ€”๐Ÿ„น๐Ÿ„พ๐Ÿ„ท๐Ÿ„ฝ ๐Ÿ…‚๐Ÿ…ƒ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ธ๐Ÿ„ฝ๐Ÿ„ฑ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ฒ๐Ÿ„บ

๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐“Š๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ. ๐’ž๐“Š๐“๐“‰๐’พ๐“‹๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“‰. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ ๐“‡๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐‘”๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Œ. ๐’ฉ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐‘’๐“๐“…๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰๐‘”๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ. ๐’ฉ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“…๐‘’๐‘œ๐“…๐“๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘œ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š, ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’. ๐’œ๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“๐’พ๐‘”๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰, ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐‘’๐“…๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ, ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐“Ž ๐‘”๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐‘’๐“…๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ. ๐ผ๐’ป ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐‘’๐“๐“…๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“…๐‘’๐‘œ๐“…๐“๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘œ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š, ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐‘”๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“‡๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’น๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐‘œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“‚๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š’๐“๐“ ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’น๐‘œ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“๐’ป, ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‰๐“‰๐“๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž.
โ€”๐’ฅ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‰ ๐น๐’พ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ

๐™ธโ€™๐š– ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ธ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š, ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ธ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—, ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐šโ€”๐™ธ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š, ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š•. ๐™ธ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š๐š˜๐š˜. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šข ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ. ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐šŽ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘ ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ณ๐šŽ๐š™๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ป๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŽ๐šก๐š‘๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ.
โ€”๐™ด๐š•๐š’๐šฃ๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š‘ ๐™ถ๐š’๐š•๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐š

Feeling lonely? You’re not alone. We’re listening. We understand. We’re here for you and we’re sending love and compassion your way. Look for it. Feel it. Embrace it. Share it.

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All Poems

The Doldrums

There are lovers who are lonely,
beds full of dreamless bodies that toss and turn
on each other,
crying themselves into darkness,
darkness taking over the moonlight,
the sunlight falling way to rain.

Their thoughts are dappled with ambivalence,
bleeding hearts rimmed with emptiness,
spilling everything that was
into the nothingness of now,
for they gave and lost themselves,
and lost and gave and lost again.

No longer shining like the sea
nor raging like rivers,
they drift into the doldrums,
the place where half souls dwell
without their mates,
existing as ghosts in the flesh.

Longing for the movement of bodies
of water,
longing for completion
of souls,
longing to go back, longing to take back,
longing, longing, longing to hear the wind whisper
I’ve got you and I’ll carry you home.

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All Color

The Colour of Thought


โ€œThe soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.โ€
โ€• Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

The philosophy of the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius, sometimes referred to as the “Philosophical Emperor,” can be found in a collection of personal writings called Meditations. These writings reflect the influence of Stoicism, an ancient Greek school of philosophy which taught that virtue, the highest good, is based on knowledge. The wise live in harmony with a universal divine reason that governs nature and includes fate and providence. The wise are indifferent to the change of circumstance and fortune as well as to pleasure and pain.

Stoicism is a philosophy of personal ethics that anyone can use to seek perspective, wisdom and strength. At its heart, Stoic philosophy develops, expands and cultivates our capacity to love, teaching us how to love others more profoundly. The wise person does not continuously fall victim to negative emotions. Instead, he or she has a deep understanding of what matters most in life, judges with perspective, and regulates their emotions accordingly. Like the Philosophical Emperor suggests, we can colour our souls with our thoughts. Thoughts evoke colourful meanings and emotions which tend to transcend to our cores.

Red: Love, Romance, Passion, Anger
Orange: Energy, Joy, Vitality, Stimulation
Yellow: Happiness, Hope, Cowardice, Clarity
Green: Tranquility, Good Luck, Health, Jealousy
Blue: Trust, Loyalty, Depth, Sadness
Purple: Creativity, Magic, Royalty, Extravagance

White, black and gray are achromaticย  colours, coloursย without hue. White represents light, goodness, purity, and is considered the colour of perfection. Gray can be thought of as gloomy or emotionless, as well as sophisticated, conservative and practical. Black often symbolizes darkness and grief but it is also formal and elegant. Likewise, black can represent authority, power and strength.

So, what colour are you dying your soul today?

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Art Artists Diego Rivera Frida Kahlo Love Letters Lovers Shelter

Exquisite Expression of Love

Frida Kahlo once wrote to Diego Rivera: โ€œNothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.โ€

Today this exquisite expression of love might be paraphrased as:

Nothing compares to your hands, to be healed by their touch. My soul is forever imprinted with the burn of your gaze from the moment we met. You are the light that outshines all darkness. The warm and glowing rays of the sun. The romantic and mystical beams of the moon. Our orchestrated union is rejoiced in the heavens. All that I am, all that I was created to be, is made better by you. I am completed by your existence, made whole by your presence.

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Love Letters Nature

Said the Lady to the Man

When Nature gives a gorgeous rose,
Or yields the simplest fern,
She writes this motto on the leavesโ€”
To whom it may concern!”
And so it is the poet comes
And revels in her bowers,
And, though another hold the land,
Is owner of the flowers.

John Godfrey Saxe

To whom it may concern, and darling, this concerns you. Today I write of the Athyrium filix-femina, better known as the lady fern. Hers is a quiet beauty. Unlike a rose, she does not dazzle with showy and sweet smelling blossoms, nor does she need to. She’s been around for 60 million years โ€” she knows what she’s doing. Her hardiness defies her fragile looks and delicate nature. Give her a damp, shady environment and she will grow in abundance. The lady fern is native to northern regions of North America, Europe and Asia. This lovely lady is well travelled.

It’s easy to see the beauty in a gorgeous rose. The everyday beauty you bring into my life allows me to see beyond the obvious. More and more, I am drawn to the simplest fern. Everywhere I look is a memory of you, of us, and a dream of our future. So let’s settle in and embrace what is simple and enduring. When we find the grace and elegance in everyday life, we are bound to thrive.

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Honor Intimacy Light Love Nature

Light Talks

Thomas Aquinas says something I want to say to you in a poem called, What Does Light Talk About?

When you recognize her beauty,
the eye applauds, the heart stands in an ovation,
and the tongue when she is near
is on its best behavior,
it speaks more like light.

What does light talk about?
I asked a plant that once.
It said, “I am not sure,
but it makes me
grow.”

When I see you, I promise I will recognize and honor your beauty. My eye will applaud, my heart will stand in an ovation, and my tongue will be on its best behavior.

It will speak like light to comfort and encourage you.

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Commitment Love Nurture Parents Relationships

Thanks for Caring

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To the countless moms and dads and teachers and mentors and health care workers and professional and unprofessional caregivers who offer their love, attention, and guidance to children everywhere, we thank you!

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Fresh Start Nature Seize the Day

Go Round Again

The Virginia-born musician, Swamp Dogg, has just released a new album called โ€œSorry You Couldnโ€™t Make It.โ€ John Prine joins him on two songs, and in one them they ask life to let them go โ€˜round again. “Oh life, wonโ€™t you afford us another chance? Everything we put our hands on, we blew it. Women, jobs, money, friends, and we knew it. Acting crazy and talking dumb all the time.โ€ย I canโ€™t sing a note but Iโ€™ve hummed that refrain before. Life, please afford me another chance.

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The other morning I noticed a flower spreading its petals toward the sun. It seemed to me to be lifting its arms toward the heavens instinctively embracing the day with no worries about getting to go โ€˜round again. I guessed it was filled with a heaping-helping of gratitude for whatever the day would provide. Not a wasteful use of oneโ€™s time and energy.

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Love Letters

DESTiNATiON

Hi there, handsome. I’ve been thumbing through my shoebox full of love letters, admiring your sentiments and penmanship. Your strong and orderly handwriting has a unique flair. Your lowercase i’s are playful and flirty amidst your capitals, and you often write in purple ink. I love opening the mail to find a good old-fashioned love letter from you. The last one you wrote brought tears of joy to my eyes:

MY LOVEโ€”
KAHLiL GiBRAN WROTE:
“OUR SELF iS CONSTANTLY ON A PiLGRiMAGE TO THE HOLY CiTY.” iF HE WERE HERE TODAY WITH THE SAME PROPHETiC iNSiGHT, HE WOULD SEE MY ‘SELF’ iS CONSTANTLY ON A PiLGRiMAGE TO ‘YOU.’ I WiLL NOT REST UNTiL I REACH MY DESTiNATiON.

It’s been tough being separated during a pandemic. It really puts things in perspective. But guess what? I came across an adorable little house today. What do you think, my love, could this be OUR DESTiNATiON?

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Relationships

She Nuts Up

Loving Rick Estrin & The Nightcatsโ€™ She Nuts Up.

Oh, my womanโ€™s just the sweetest little thing;
sheโ€™s got brains, sheโ€™s got class, sheโ€™s so fine;
but something bad musta happened to her back in the day,
โ€˜cause thereโ€™s so something wrong with her mind.
Oh, she nuts up. Man, she nuts up. And it ainโ€™t about if, naw, itโ€™s just about when, for God knows sheโ€™s gonna nut up again.

Iโ€™m smiling, almost laughing at Rickโ€™s grief because I can relate. I know someone who nuts up every now and then. But my someone usually goes ballistic because I provoke her. I touch the wrong buttons, maybe mishear, misspeak, or misunderstand. I donโ€™t always handle our relationship properly, I know. Iโ€™m just thankful my someoneโ€™s nuts up is sort of charming in a searing hot and caustic kind of way. And when it calms and passes, like Rick says in the song, she makes everything right when we turn out the lights, and rock the house at midnight.