Just a thought....

Because We Need More Weekends...

When You are Old
by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Intermission

Sometimes, the movie contains so much passion, so much drama, so much emotional investment...

That a break is required.

Maybe it's not a break we want.

Maybe it's not even a break we need.

Rather, it's a break to realign our eyes, our hearts, our minds.

It makes appreciate things in a new way.

It makes us see both the forest AND the trees.

It gives us time to go to the bathroom, get more popcorn and a fresh drink, and stretch our legs.

It prepares us for what's to come.

And it heightens anticipation. Appreciation. Love.

I can't wait for the next act to begin.

Today's Whitman, Vol. 2

Again, from Leaves of Grass,

O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is
playing within me.

Today's Whitman, Post 1

From Leaves of Grass:

AMONG THE MULTITUDE

Among the men and women the multitude,
I perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child,
any nearer than I am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.

Ah lover and perfect equal,
I meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections, And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.

I Shall Not Be Moved

Shaken by the powers that be
To make me bend and fail
My love for you will still prevail
And I shall not be moved.

My heart beats out a tempo loud
I feel my pulse begin to race
Because of those who'd spoil our place
But I shall not be moved.

They operate in fits and starts
With madness, anger, fear and dread,
But us, we choose to love instead,
So I shall not be moved.

So let them strike and cut and swear
Attempt to ruin a love that's pure
Because that passion will endure.

No.

I shall not be moved.

Torn

The way in which I try to tell you how I feel
Always seems to fall a trifle short
And when I reach for words to let you know I care
My feelings never seem to come through in retort...

I love you
So completely

I love you
Though discretely...

I love you
In ways that make my heart hurt
In ways that always seem to pull up short
In wayst that never do justice to the feelings
To the emotions
To the size and force and immense nature

Of my love
For you

No matter what
No matter where
No matter how

I love you
My PG
Torn between my duty
And my heart
I love you
And I pray
You love me too.