Wednesday, November 27, 2013

that is what loving someone is

"Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."
           Harvey Milk

Monday, November 25, 2013

The Universe and Her, and I poem 71

I recently connected with a poet & artist selling his works on Etsy, Christopher Poindexter.  Love poems written on an old typewriter - two of my very favourite things coming together!  I am so pleased that Christopher has given permission for his poetry to be featured here, at love is always the answer.  Visit us on Mondays, for a weekly hit of Christopher Poetry.  What better to start the week, but with a love poem?

The Universe and Her, and I

Love is many things and
sometimes we are never
really sure if it even
exists, but all I know
is that if you were to
show me her soul
in a photograph,
I wouldn't even ask
to see the others.

Christopher Poindexter
available for purchase!

Sunday, November 24, 2013

the real lover

“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.”

Marilyn Monroe

Saturday, November 23, 2013

and behold

I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold,
service was joy.

Rabindranath Tagore
Bengali poet

Friday, November 22, 2013

looking back over a lifetime

"Looking back
over a lifetime,
you see that love
was the answer
to everything."

Ray Bradbury

Thursday, November 21, 2013

I love you without knowing

I love you without knowing
how, or when or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know
no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand
on my chest is my hand, 
so close that your eyes close
as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

I love you simply

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

Pablo Neruda
100 Love Sonnets

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

in each other

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” 


Monday, November 18, 2013

you will always look lovely

“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” 

Roald Dahl

Sunday, November 17, 2013

the things you don’t see

"The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see."

James Baldwin

Saturday, November 16, 2013

fall in love over and over again

"Fall in love over and over again every day. Love your family, your neighbors, your enemies, and yourself. And don't stop with humans. Love animals, plants, stones, even galaxies." 

Frederic & Mary Ann Brussat

Friday, November 15, 2013

risk everything

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." 

Erica Jong

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

tilt with the lightning

"To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet."
Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

happy birthday, blue

"Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?"

Mary Oliver
Dog Songs

My sweet dog, Blue, turns 14 today.  She has been a steadfast friend & teacher to me over the years.  
Really, she is the physical embodiment of joy & love.  How lucky am I to have such a bright soul in my midst?! 

Elaho back country, BC
Summer 2008

only because I love

"Everything I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything exists, only because I love." 

Leo Tolstoy

Monday, November 11, 2013

let yourself

"Love imperfectly.  Be a love idiot.  Let yourself forget any love ideal." 


Sunday, November 10, 2013

the things you don’t see.

"The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see."

James Baldwin

the most vital right

"The most vital right is the right to love and be loved." 

Emma Goldman

Saturday, November 9, 2013

nothing more truly artistic than to love people

"I tell you the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people." 
Vincent van Gogh

Monday, November 4, 2013

always beautiful

“Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.” 

Margery Williams 
The Velveteen Rabbit