what you do with it

"There's someone out there for everyone - even if you need a pickaxe, a compass, and night goggles to find them."
- LA Story


The poets and the movie writers, they have some mighty grand ideas about love. Their ideas get into your head, they give a hue of magic to what you hope to find, and maybe - after a while - maybe you figure that you've been loved, well loved, and to want more? Well, you're just being greedy.

So you figure out what works for you - mostly - and then you have one of those moments, a crash of lightning, that makes you realize, 'oh poop, I'm doing it wrong.' Or maybe not wrong, per se, but that there's another level, a whole other option, you hadn't considered being possible..and suddenly it is.

And everything changes.

And then maybe something happens - or maybe several somethings happen - and you realize that there's no boombox powerful enough and Hollywood's idea of what you do is impossible to translate to today's world. Maybe he won't meet you at the top of the Empire State building.

Or at a coffee shop.

Maybe what proves the temper of your heart is what you do when you throw sparks into the night and the fire doesn't quite catch.


"I don’t know where you are, but you’re living right now, somewhere on this earth. And one day you and I are going to touch this gate where I’m touching it now. Your hand will touch this very wood, here! Then we’ll walk through and we’ll be full of a future and of a past and we’ll be to each other like no one else has ever been. We can’t meet now, I don’t know why. But some day our questions will be answers and we’ll be caught in something so bright...and every step I take is one step closer on a bridge we must cross to meet."
— Richard Bach (The Bridge Across Forever: A True Love Story)

Happy Valentine's Day

Since I opted out of Valentinr this year, I'm stealing an idea from cypherindigo...



"It's there that my heart is longing
All for the love of you"

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And also? A gift for you...

"Hello, mystery," I whispered.
"Hello, adventure."

A free download of A Bridge Across Forever can be found here.

Thank you, my loves!

I was very pleasantly surprised by a great many of the things y'all had to say. :) I'm a very lucky squirrel.

(And it's much fun to reacquaint myself with The Bridge Across Forever, I confess.)

As this mild Valentine's Day winds down to a close, as Lurk purrs his bliss that I'm home after a few nights away, I wish you and yours much love - today, tonight, always.


Love song
- Ranier Maria Rilke

How shall I hold my soul, that
It does not touch on yours? How shall I lift it
Beyond you to other things?
Ah, gladly would I shelter it with something
Lost in the dark.
At a strange quiet place which
Does not co-vibrate when your depths resonate.

But everything that touches us, you and me,
Takes us togther like one draw of a bow
Which pulls one voice from two strings.
On which instrument are we strung?
And what player has us in his hand?
O sweet song.