You have no idea how hard I’ve looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What’s the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.
“ I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
“ You’ve got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body’s sermon on how to behave.
Naturalist Diane Ackerman for The New York Times:
When two people become a couple, the brain extends its idea of self to include the other; instead of the slender pronoun “I,” a plural self emerges who can borrow some of the other’s assets and strengths. The brain knows who we are. The immune system knows who we’re not, and it stores pieces of invaders as memory aids. Through lovemaking, or when we pass along a flu or a cold sore, we trade bits of identity with loved ones, and in time we become a sort of chimera. We don’t just get under a mate’s skin, we absorb him or her.
Stanford neuroscientists host the world’s first love competition, asking contestants between the ages of 10 and 75 to spend 5 minutes in an fMRI machine thinking deeply about the person they love. The results are certain to bring a tear to your eye.
Complementary reading: 5 essential books on the psychology of love.
Things are so hard to figure out
when you live from day to day
in this feverish and silly world.
The road is life.
What’s in store for me
in the direction
I don’t take?
Let nature do the freezing
and isolating in this world.
Let men work and love and fight it off
is the empty sky.
On soft Spring nights
I’ll stand in the yard
under the stars -
will come out of all things yet -
And it will be golden
and eternal just like that -
There’s no need
to say another word.
Maybe that’s what life is…
a wink of the eye and winking stars.
I will find the right words,
and they will be simple.
My very talented friend, Amanda Mae Meyncke, wrote and directed this short film. It’s her first, but you wouldn’t know it. I believe in my heart of hearts that this movie will make it to Sundance and beyond. Keep your eyes out for the awesome.
“ I must learn to love the fool in me — the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.
“ Ever since man has learned to give each part of the body a name, the body has given him less trouble. He has also learned that the soul is nothing more than the gray matter of the brain in action. The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice.
But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away.
“ To become intimate with someone means to meet that person or that being without taking all the knowing to yourself. It means entering into a relationship where you don’t know exactly what’s happening, where you don’t decide unilaterally what’s going on. If your view is the only one that matters to you, there will be no intimacy.
“ You will notice that what we are aiming at when we fall in love is a very strange paradox. The paradox consists of the fact that, when we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom we were attached as children. On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all of the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted upon us. So that love contains in it the contradiction: The attempt to return to the past and the attempt to undo the past.
Pretty much anyone would fall in love when they bring home a six-week-old puppy. But I have a special connection with my pitbull because I’m deaf. I sign to her and she understands me. It’s like she knows me and my language in a way that most humans don’t.
— By Sophia Patrick (from “Love without Language”)
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