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!


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!


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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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.

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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Voice of a Lifetime

Wish I had a name to address this letter to,
that’s all I’ve wanted,
your name,

it’s been nine years,
the night ended differently for both of us,
it was such a strange sensation,
some might call it an out of body experience,
that whole weekend felt odd,

Sundays usually are my days off,
I worked a double that day,
I remember every detail,
that’s my point,
you caught my attention immediately,
I went home that night to write

  • How did that happen?
  • Should I run after you?
  • How was this even possible?

Something I’ve never felt still to this day,
you didn’t physically touch me,
somehow you sent me into outer space,
every cell electrified,
your voice sent fireworks to my brain,
I was paralyzed,
in shock at the touch of what just happened,
I no longer had any idea of the physical,
but I watched you walk up those stairs and into your night.

Almost 9 years have passed,
still taken and consumed by that force,
the life of that man,

I don’t know if I am the love he deserves,
I don’t know the outcome,
you might be married,
knowing you took everything I am that night,
without you life now is empty.

December 9th 2012 you came into my life,
best experience of my life,
I don’t even know your name,
thank you for having a voice that saved me.




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A proverb says,โ€œThe height of folly is to be quick-tempered. A mind at ease is life and health.โ€ I never use the word folly. I roll with, Man, you look weird when you lose your temper. And all of us do, you know. But the proverb is right. Too much rage can bruise the soul. Marvin Gaye once sang, โ€œWhen anger is flaming hot, it burns to the bitter end.”

I ain’t gonna let you get the best of me,
I’m gonna go somewhere and cool
This is not the way my head’s supposed to be,
You’ve got me feelin’ like some silly fool
But I know a real nice place where I can go
And feel the way I’m supposed to feel

Marvin must have had a safe place where he felt appreciated, valued, and loved. A place where he could breathe, refocus, and cool down. Maybe you have somewhere you go to diffuse. A brisk morning jog, a quiet midday stroll through a nearby park, a late afternoon coffee with close friends โ€“โ€“ all of these can be sacred places where we nurture what matters most, a little peace of mind.



Dreams are illustrations โ€ฆ 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 Burnettโ€™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 mateโ€” 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, itโ€™s only a matter of time. Every bridge I cross is a step closer to the illusions of my soul.


Into You

Emeril John Lagasse III is an American celebrity chef, restaurateur, television personality, and cookbook author. We know him for his mastery of Creole and Cajun cuisine and for his self-developed New New Orleans style dishes.

On his cooking shows he pioneered the catchphrases “Kick it up a notch!” and “Bam!”

Ariana Grande follows Emerilโ€™s suggestion to kick it up a notch by doing that very thing in her song, Into You. Her chorus can raise body temperatures to boiling:

Baby come light me up, and baby I’ll let you on it
A little bit dangerous, but baby that’s how I want it
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body
‘Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you

Alexander Kronlund, Ariana Grande, Ilya, Max Martin, Savan Kotecha

I know at the moment itโ€™s hard to answer Arianaโ€™s call, but in time we will be able to lay aside social distancing. When we do, a little more touch my body might be exactly what the doctor orders.


Spring Fever

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.



In reply to IN THE AIR

I know why you associate Phil Collinsโ€™ song โ€œIn the Air Tonightโ€ with Miami Vice. The song played during the showโ€™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 โ€œI want my MTVโ€ 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 โ€œWas it real?โ€

(The answer is yes.)

During the fourth season we again heard โ€œIn the Air Tonightโ€ 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. Weโ€™re stable until we fall, and when we fall, we donโ€™t always go down alone.

So when you hear Collins sing, Iโ€™ve seen your face before, my friend, but I donโ€™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 โ€œAgainst All Odds.โ€ Perhaps youโ€™ll recall this line: You’re the only one who really knew me at all.


In the Air

I used to love to watch Sonny Crockett and Rico Tubbs work undercover for the Metro-Dade Police Department on the Saturday night television drama, Miami Vice. The creators were great at mixing moody music with colorful visual effects, and the end result was a mind-blowing experience.

Iโ€™m not sure why but I always associate the show with a Phil Collinsโ€™ song entitled In the Air Tonight. A haunting melody roams in the background as Collinsโ€™ sings, I can feel it coming in the air tonight. I could always relate to the line: Iโ€™ve seen your face before, my friend, but I donโ€™t know if you know who I am.

That last line makes me wonder how well any of us really know the other. We extend common courtesies, proffer lots of smiles and nods of agreement, make quick and painless promises and vows, then follow up those pledges with much too quickly forgotten intentions which evaporate into thin air. It takes years, maybe lifetimes, to burrow beneath the surface of the human mind and body. To strike pay-dirt. To see someone as they really are and not as we want them to be. I suppose thatโ€™s why weโ€™re always bumping around like pinballs waiting for the lights to go out and the message to read: Game Over.

Persistence is the only way.