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"You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole.

You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear.

It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.) And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other.

And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.

P.S. You have to be brave."
From author Jeanette Winterson
She does not need a controversy in order to be relevant. Relevance stands on its own; it is a level onto itself.

The words of a relevant woman are never unkind nor twisted. They speak life. Most of all, they speak truth--the whole truth and nothing but. The marks of a relevant woman are faith and obedience--to be the person God called her to be, and to fulfill whatever her life's purpose may be.

For relevance does not beg for attention. It is not clothed in selfishness or vanity. Rather, it is clothed in God and His glory is where she draws her confidence.

That is why her relevance goes beyond her--it's out of this world. And also why the world will look and take notice of her.
10
A pinch of sadness
Hangs in the air above
From just remembering
You were once here, my love

In dreams I felt you
Those bursting memories
That sang of
Sweet lullabies
Filling the room
That tasted of
Weird ice cream flavors
You begged me to try

The way (only) you found
Such joy in numbers
For every Bulls game
The way (only) you took
Food so personally
You got mad at my friend once
For eating your secret stash of
Lengua de gato

The classical music
Filling the sala on weekends
Your forgetfulness to the steps
When you danced with lola
How you'd rather sing on stage
Than give the speech people were expecting

The things you taught me
How to bowl
(which I still love until today)
How to play chess
(which I still lose until today)
How to eat unhealthy food
(and enjoy)
How to listen to all kinds of music
(from Bocelli to Jennifer Lopez)
How to love your spouse
(for future reference)
How to tell someone they're wrong
(lovingly)

Ten years have gone by
With too many episodes to recount
I look up above
Hoping for your smile to be seen, lab.

So here's to when we meet once again.
It's a bit messy, but---
Happy 10th Eternity Birthday, Lolo Paquito
I think I saw
The open marks of nurtured kindness
Spilling at the corners of your eyes

I think I heard
The sound of still quietness
The moment you opened your mouth

I think I felt
The lightness of your words
When you attempted to be funny
(and I laughed to be polite)

I think I said
The wrong thing at the moment
When I tried to impress you

I think I experienced
Him the other day
In you
Your warmness
It had seeped through my
Well guarded disposition

Never knew
I was capable
Of careless conversation

Too many
Places to count of
Thoughts sewn into seamlessness

My high walls
Blown to smithereens
I watched them fall before you.
The pursuit of what is yet to be conceived:
To conjure up what has been stored up
For centuries--
The very vaults of the human experience.

To talk about:
The worst and best part of man's complexity
Our darkest secrets, our brightest moments
What we've felt
Or refused to have felt.

We travel in time:
Back to vivid memories that still haunt us,
And onto more promising territories
As we push forward in these uncertain waters.

Words:
The very footprints of our existence
Those we put out in open spaces
And those echoed in deafening silence
Our small contribution to the world
When we depart
For home.
Today I heard a song
From the distant future
When I’ve been healed
By time and suture.

You told me here
To let go and hold on
As we disappeared
Into the beautiful unknown.

It sang of the endless lyrics
Of words that we’ve yet to know
And we danced to the beat of many years
Where we could only grow
Older, closer, better.

So while that future song
Has yet to be composed
I’ll be humming similar melodies
‘Til the universe draws us close.
Though the
Infinitesimal, inconsequential
Being I may be
Acting bigger
Than who I am
A tiny speck of galaxy.

Oh I wonder
How I capture
Such importance
From the likes of thee.

Though the
Infinitesimal, inconsequential
Being I may be
You make me bigger
A magnificent speck of galaxy.

I still wonder
How I capture
The undeserving
Gift of thee.
It was not your disposition
That had grabbed my attention
But the brownness of those eyes
That latched on me by surprise.

I remember that day you wore
Everything that I’d normally abhor
Your horrid purple lines
And framed empty glass
That first unhinged my prejudice
Before it came to pass.

You had that unconventional sense
Of an unassuming confidence
I found it in the bounce of your walk,
And in the quirky lightness of talk.

I’ve built my walls in open spaces
I’ve seen hostility in friendly faces
Now time is but a futile element
Of shattered pieces of sediment.

You have stiffened me beyond
The normalcy to respond
That came with many years of running
From any semblance of this feeling.

Now I’m left without knowing what to do
With the unbearable lightness of you
That relieves me of many years gone heavy
And leads me to a space for two.
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