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| 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
“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
ReplyDeleteI wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Good-bye.”
It's dusty in here.
That's lovely, Michael! Same backatchya.
DeleteExcept the dust part. 8)
Dave Z
Dave,
ReplyDeleteMy response to your post may not be framed in a poem, but I am moved to reflect.
In this digital realm, we can encounter strangers and, perhaps, help them without ever meeting person. As such, it must be getting on for ten years that I have appreciated your company, benefitted from the wisdom in these pages, and smiled at the humorous insights.
Matt