Will you walk with her? Even if you see the road ending before you; will you still walk with her?
Will you stand by her? Even if you feel your legs giving way from the weight you carry; will you still stand by her?
Will you give yourself to her? Even if you hear your breath fainting and there is less and less of yourself to give; will you still give that last piece of yourself to her?
You will? You may kiss her.
Walk with you? She will walk with you. ‘Til the end of the road, she will walk with you.
Stand by you? She will stand by you. ‘Til her legs give way, she will stand by you.
Give herself to you? She will give herself to you. ‘Til her last breath, she will give herself to you.
Higher, higher, higher we go,
Swooshing through the clouds.
Up, up, up to the sun,
Zooming over seas.
Racing, racing, racing time,
Passing birds and bees.
Travel does tickle the little child in us.
‘Ring!’ goes the alarm. The morning wake up call. To another day.
Of drudgery, toil and dreariness. A Nine to Five ordeal.
Eating away at you, day by day by day.
That’s dying. Don’t die.
‘Ring!’ goes the alarm. The morning wake up call. To a new day.
Of giving, inspiring and aspiring. A daylong enlivenment.
Feeding your soul, day by day by day.
That’s living. Do live.
The queen had a ball tonight.
She wore her white gown. She wore her five rings.
The blue sapphire ring for all the seas of the world. The yellow topaz ring for all the kindling hearts in the world. The black onyx ring for all the treasures in the world. The green emerald ring for all the trees in the world. And a red ruby ring for the sun that shines on all the people in the world.
And we were all invited.
Have an Olympic spirited weekend.
Have you heard of the mighty man that once was?
He wrestled the treacherous seas. He confronted the harsh desserts. He battled the fierce storms.
The mighty man is old now.
He wrestles with the spoon in his cup. He confronts the cat standing in his walkway. He battles with the sweater that he struggles to put on.
Yet, he lives a mighty man in the hearts and minds of those he had wrestled, confronted and battled for – when he was once a mighty man.
He tugs; then she tugs. She tugs; then he tugs. At times the rope yields to one side; or the other. At most times, it is an obstinate act of no avail.
Until one starry night, their hands began sliding little by little towards the middle of the rope. Their fingers met; and intertwined.
The tugging ended; and the loving began.
A sliver of the moon breaks through the midnight blue. It is seen in all four corners of the earth.
Nature’s glorious act of globalization. Naturally understood, naturally accepted, and naturally practiced. It blesses us all.
Yet, we men remain struggling with our notions of globalization. And so we fail to understand, we fail to accept, and we fail to practice. It hurts us all.
In a neighborhood of some twenty houses lays a street. And the street bore some twenty years of stepping feet and rolling wheels.
Until its once shiny black skin gave way to a dull grey. And its once firm bones gave way to loose stones and sand.
The street was weary. The men and women of the neighborhood took pity.
When night fell, the men and women worked under the moonlight. Until the first light broke out.
The next day the street woke up to a new shiny black skin.
At the week’s end,
when the evening winds down into quiet darkness after a long summer day, have a good long pillow talk and end it with a good night kiss. And fall in love all over again.
Have a love thick weekend.