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Saturday, February 14, 2026

Memory Lane - Lover's Lane

 

The Good Samaritan
A memorable moment between strangers
by Stephen Sawyer


To Love. 
  To friends, to lovers or both.
      May we all experience it in abundance.

-- Claire Kingsley


Eventually you love people - friends or lovers - because of their flaws.

-- Karen Allen


Memory Lane - Lover's Lane

Memory Lane and Lover's Lane often run together.

Soulmates are seldom singular. They come to us as romantic Lovers, as Family and Friends. Even with Passing Strangers, we often share a glance, an event or a moment which lingers in the mind and heart across the span of years.

Memory is composed of moments of passion. Moments that stand out against a backdrop of routine and day to day concerns. Exceptional moments of hot and cold, peace and agitation, ugliness and beauty, love and loneliness imprint themselves upon us. Are drawn into the story of our selves.

So? My wish for Self and Others??

Let us fill our cup with love, wherever we find it. Turn toward those who bring love in each of the moments Life brings us. Seek it out in others along the way. Turn toward laughter and delight over those things we share. The antics of youth, bread broken together, a cup o' kindness tipped. We have more in common than not. 

Turn away from fear, from anger and despair. I don't mean suppress it, but rather reframe it. Resist, where need be, with the council of Gandhi, who with his friends overcame the greatest empire of their day: Seek out and appeal to the best in those you must oppose. They, too, are human beings, struggling to come to terms with a complex world.

Let us run our lanes together - Memory and Love - to the best of our ability. Build a life of memory, lined with love.

Let us find soulmates at every turn.



In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.


-- From School Prayer by Diane Ackerman






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