Do what you love….

I love waking up in the in-between time when its a bit chilly and the light is blue. I like napping in sunlight. I like when dogs press their noses on your leg and inhale deeply and how they have to circle around a bunch if times before they plop down. I love the simplicity of tomato sandwiches, especially in the summer when the tomatoes are fresh and ripe and warm from the sun. I love laughing with a friend at a play and seeing their eyes crinkled with delight. I love being enraptured by musicians or actors who can completely transform the atmosphere of a moment simply by arranging their bodies and mouths in a certain way. I love climbing up high and sensing a shift in my perspective. I love reading something which puts into words exactly how I’ve felt when I didn’t know how I was feeling. I love drinking tea, especially with a friend when they show you their collection and let you smell the different kinds and pick whichever suits your personality that moment. I love cuddling on a couch with a glass of wine and a movie and freshly popped cinnamon popcorn. I love magical, mystical things like crystals and astrology and knowing that God has placed His power into these things for a reason and has allowed us to delve deeper if we do choose. I love napping in parks when I travel. I love tourists who ask me the best places to eat in my town. I love well-made food. I love doing dishes. I love dancing in the kitchen. I love buying houseplants. I love walking and talking under the stars. I love burying my hands in the soft fur of sleeping cats. I love quick wit. I love ideas and curiosity and brainstorming. I love playing games with friends after dinner. I love Christmas lights. I love clean kitchens. I love soft blankets. I love sitting in a warm glow and having deep discussions and realizations. I love hiking. I love accomplishing things and having new adventures. I love random drives. I love when someone grabs my hand and holds onto it for awhile. I love tenderness. I love aesthetically pleasing and poetic and sensual things. I love sculpture. I love anatomy. I love the arches of feet and the curves of spines. I love the warmth and heaviness of heads. I love the vulnerability of bare arms and naked feet. I love the adorable sleepy faces of clients when they turn over on my table and sigh, contentedly. I love bird sounds. I love nature documentaries. I love beautiful handwriting. I love reconnecting. I love hearing Gods voice in the stillness. I love stretching my body in yoga. I love eating cereal. I love eating. Hardboiled eggs, warm chicken, tender steak, creamy salmon, soothing soups…. I love making people feel safe and knowing they trust me. I love encouraging and being encouraged. I love handwritten letters. I love untangling people’s muscles and making their bodies symmetrical. I love swaying to music in a calm and peaceful room. I love the orderliness and thoroughness of a long massage. I love stillness. 

What do you love? Are you doing it? Are you making room for it? 

What is LOVE?


What is love? (“Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more….”)

Love. According to the bible:

Love is patient, kind, does not envy, does not boast, is not proud, is not rude, is not self-seeking, not easily angered, keeps no records of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

But, what does that MEAN? I have heard those words over and over but haven’t really REALLY grasped the concept. Sooooo I got out my trusty Rogets International Thesaurus ((yay.))

What love IS

Love is patient. Love supports, sustains, bears with, puts up with, stands for, takes what comes, braves, holds still, stands still for, submits, grins and bears it, is armed with patience.

Love is accepting, understanding, indulgent, long-suffering, enduring, disciplined, self-controlled, persevering, humble, adapting. All in good time. Good things come to those who wait. 

Love is good, decent, gracious, warmhearted, tender, loving, affectionate, sympathetic, compassionate, brotherly, sweet, mild, easy to get along with, agreeable

Love is bighearted, generous, considerate, thoughtful, attentive, tactful, mindful of others, has good intentions.

Love is humble, modest, simple, Christlike.

Love comes on bended knee, treats well, does right by, is at ones service, spoils, has heart in the right place, makes love not war.

Love minds ones manners, observes etiquette, waits upon, is graceful, old fashioned, chivalrous, well-mannered & well-spoken, housebroken, refined, ladylike, suave, thinking of others, makes a sacrifice, does unto others, is unpretentious.

Love is devoted, committed, unpossessive, great souled, openhanded, noble, doing the right thing, upright, honest, pure, clean, innocent.

Love plays by the rules, practices what it preaches, speaks the truth, is frank, tells it like it is.

Love is virtuous, full of integrity, openhearted, straightforward, direct, heart to heart, trustworthy, reliable, responsible, faithful.

Love defends, shields, guards, advocates for, champions, fortifies, shelters, keeps safe, nestles, unmolested, undamaged, founded upon a rock, out of harms way, snug, cozy, alls well!

Love takes to heart, attatches weight to, takes on faith, trusts ones word, is confident in, satisfied, certain, easy in ones mind, secure, sure, no doubt, no second thoughts.

Love counts on, looks for, expects, trusts, confides, presumes, feels confident, rests assured, relies on.

Love is optimistic, sunny, of good cheer, upbeat, thinking positively.

Love puts a bold face on, cheers, inspires, supports, promises, looks up, encourages.

Love persists, keeps going, endures, holds on, stays.

Love is faithful, undiscouraged, rain or shine, come what may, all the way.


Next we will look at what love is NOT.

Movie Monday: My Afternoons with Margueritte


It stars Gerard Depardieu which on it’s own would be enough to win me over.

It’s about a sweet, illiterate man who befriends an old woman who lovingly teaches him how to read and what it’s like to be appreciated.

It’s a love story. Not a romance. More like soulmates.

“It’s not a typical love affair, but love and tenderness, both are there. Named after a daisy, she lived amongst words, surrounded by adjectives in green fields of verbs. Some force you yield to. But she, with soft art, passed through my hard shield and into my heart. Not always are love stories just made of love. Sometimes love is not named but it’s love just the same. This is not a typical love affair I met her on a bench in my local square. She made a little stir, tiny like a bird with her gentle feathers. She was surrounded by words, some as common as myself. She gave me books, two or three Their pages have come alive for me. Don’t die now, you’ve still got time, just wait It’s not the hour, my little flower Give me some more of you. More of the life in you Wait Not always are stories just made of love Sometimes love is not named. But it’s love just the same”

Watch the trailer for My Afternoons with Margueritte here.

Wordy Wednesday: Love by Roy Croft

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light all the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite fare enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good,
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done if
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

Wordy Wednesday: from Summer with Monika by Roger McGough


….Away from you
I feel a great emptiness
A gnawing loneliness

With you
I get that reassuring feeling
Of wanting to escape

photo by Laura Makabresku

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Wordy Wednesday: Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I am with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

    I look

at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

    it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience

which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it


Wordy Wednesday: Lover by Isobel Thrilling

Lover by Isobel Thrilling
I don’t just want
Your heart
I want your flesh,
Your skin
And blood and bones,
Your voice, your thoughts
Your pulse
And most of all your


Nothing is more criminal
Than love,
It steals hours from
The day,
Dreams from my head,
The sun
From the sky,

Perhaps it shone today,

I don’t recall,
I distilled all your words
And made my own climate.

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Wordy Wednesday: from Words to her Lover by Gillian Allnutt

from Words to her Lover by Gillian Allnutt
Desist, she said,
Mocking his open fist.
I have given you my bones to keep.
I will sleep like the earth in you.
I’ve given you my eyes, though
they are stones,
My apple heart with its green
I’ll sing you a song like a river
Give you the sea that grieves in me
Like broken things forgotten.
I would stir the earth for you
Like a great wind blowing.

But I am going where the moon
goes now
When he has finished sewing up
the sky
And sits and eats stars
On the other side.

Wordy Wednesday: a love poem by Diane Wakoski

It is true
There is love that
Is decided upon
And love that spreads like a stain
Of ink in absorbent cloth
There is love
That makes sense of your like
And love that makes you senseless
About life.

-Diane Wakoski

My Top 18 Valentine Movies (part 3 of 3)

1-6: my VERY favorites.

1. When Harry Met Sally

2. French Kiss

3. Angela

4. Amelie

5. 500 Days of Summer

6. 10 Things I Hate About You

you can find part two here.

What are your favorite valentine movies?