Happy Father’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!
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.—William Shakespeare
Happy summer, everyone!
𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎?
𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈?
𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕀’𝕞 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪
‘ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙
𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖
‘ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤
𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎.
Iᖴ YOᑌ ᗩᖇE ᗩᖴᖇᗩIᗪ Oᖴ ᒪOᑎEᒪIᑎEᔕᔕ, ᗪO ᑎOT ᗰᗩᖇᖇY.
🄰🄻🄻 🄶🅁🄴🄰🅃 🄰🄽🄳 🄿🅁🄴🄲🄸🄾🅄🅂 🅃🄷🄸🄽🄶🅂 🄰🅁🄴 🄻🄾🄽🄴🄻🅈
𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒞𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝒜𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎.
𝙸’𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝—𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎.
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.
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
longing for completion
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.
When Nature gives a gorgeous rose,John Godfrey Saxe
Or yields the simplest fern,
She writes this motto on the leaves—
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.
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 — 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.
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:
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?
Dreams are illustrations … from the book your soul is writing about you.Marsha Norman
Pulitzer Prize winner Marsha Norman is a playwright, screenwriter and novelist. She is the co-director of the Lila Acheson Wallace American Playwrights Program at Juilliard. Needless to say, her expertise and accomplishments are extensive. In an adaptation of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s novel The Secret Garden, Norman wrote the book and lyrics for the Broadway musical, an intricate part in bringing The Secret Garden alive on stage. She also wrote the libretto for the musical adaptation of the film The Bridges of Madison County, one of my personal favorites.
I love what Norman says about dreams being the illusions from the book your soul is writing about you. My soul is writing about its mate— you, my love, my soul is writing about you. When I am in my garden, hands digging in the soil of the earth, my head is in the clouds daydreaming of you. Daydreams are a means to be with you until the day comes when my dreams come true. They will, it’s only a matter of time. Every bridge I cross is a step closer to the illusions of my soul.
A day mixed with April showers, warming rays and your sweet kiss marks the rebirth of spring. Take my hand and follow me through all the seasons of life.
I know why you associate Phil Collins’ song “In the Air Tonight” with Miami Vice. The song played during the show’s pilot episode on September 16, 1984. It was an iconic moment in television history, combining cinematography and imagery with music to cater to an “I want my MTV” craze. In a jet-black Ferrari, detective duo Crockett and Tubbs sped soberly through dark city streets while the song played on, building tension and posing relationship questions like “Was it real?”
(The answer is yes.)
During the fourth season we again heard “In the Air Tonight” during a scene that led up to Sonny Crockett being shot and critically wounded. Detective Crockett was a man of few words who enforced the law while living by his own set of rules. His fashion sense was always cool, complementing his laid-back attitude, but he was prone to fits of anger and bouts of depression. Beneath it all, he had a tender heart. Fans loved rooting for him, flaws and all.
We are all flawed, but some of us (like me) are flawed with extremes. We love with all that we are, with every ounce of our being. Our presence is often calming and uplifting. Full of passion, we can be intoxicating. If our perceptions become tainted or skewed, that loving energy can convert into vitriol and drowning depression. We’re stable until we fall, and when we fall, we don’t always go down alone.
So when you hear Collins sing, I’ve seen your face before, my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am and wonder how well any of us really know the other, I have an answer for you. The talented Mr. Collins wrote another song called “Against All Odds.” Perhaps you’ll recall this line: You’re the only one who really knew me at all.
Ah, drink me up
That I may be
Within your cup
Like a mystery,
Like wine that is still
On this spring day I am lost in the mystery of your smile. It’s lopsided at times, higher on the right, giving you a mischievous look. Like the Cheshire Cat, it’s as if you possess information that I am unaware of. Sometimes I lose sleep over this mystery and search the night for the key to your secrets, to your heart. It’s only fair. Here. I’ll give you the key to mine. I desire your smiling lips; I long for them to drink me up. Forever drunk with love for you, I want to get you drunk with love for me. Let sweet ecstasy impair us to the point of no return.
“The obscure we see eventually, the completely apparent takes longer.” – Edward R. Murrow
Sometimes, when times are turbulent and the future is uncertain, it can help to adjust our perspective. Look to the right, and to the left. Catch a glimpse of the surrounding beauty. A flower outside the window. A smile on the mail carrier’s face. A budding tree. A beloved pet. A favorite book. A loved one. Perspective can help us rediscover what is right in front of us. When we zoom in on this inward place and take time to focus, we might find the best view in the house.
Our hearts, scorched from rage, were on the verge of turning to ash. The things you said. The things I said. It seemed like the pain of it all had smothered us for good. I was preparing for a life of celibacy and solitude. For who could I ever love but you?
Like an endless winter storm my days were barren. Then, like a streak of lightning, your words broke through the cold silence of our hurt and started a new fire, a brush fire that flamed and became white hot before it spread throughout my body. I am still stunned, no dazed, by what I felt the moment that fire—that passion—reignited. It was hotter than anything I’d ever felt, like you’d led us into a raging forest fire that cleansed and renewed our love for one another.
This morning I am more in love with you than ever. I need the kind of love only you can give, the kind of intimacy that is holy and pure and without equal. I need you to carry me to forbidden places that only you and I should go.
In reply to The Storm.