Protect your heart so that you can keep it wide open.
Love
Your friends, your freedom, and getting off your ass for Love.
I don’t have many regrets in this life. But of the few that linger, it’s distinctly the times that I missed out on time with friends. The two weddings I didn’t go to because I was too broke for the airfare. (Being late on rent wouldn’t have gotten me evicted. Maxing out a credit card would have done the trick. I could have borrowed the money from … a friend.) The friend I didn’t visit in the hospital because I was on a book deadline. The birthday party I didn’t get to because of a minor inconvenience…
impromptu diarizing + divine promo tips : july’s white hot round-up
It would seem that I’m hooked on finding a teachable moment in everything. It remains extremely likely that I will never be a diarist. But here’s a new kind of hello…
on bright faith and why falling in love is totally uncool
The Buddhists have a term for a particular flavor of faith: bright faith. This is not the bedrock kind of faith that grounds your psychology, spirituality, or devotion. It’s not the assurance/insurance kind of faith where we hope/trust that life will come through for us. It’s the Holy wow, I’m standing at the beginning of something that is so insanely ripe with potential that I wanna get naked and roll all over it right now, while singing rock opera…kind of faith.
joy style: the wedding entrance dance
This is as inspiring as any Broadway musical I’ve seen. It’s so damn SWEET, I got weepy through the giggles.
nothing says ‘i love you’ like lipgloss
When you aim to shine, life pays proper attention to you–and that includes your lover boy (or girl.) And lest you think I’m taking the feminist movement back two decades, know that I expect that same Look Fine Commitment from my dude. He knows that his chances of getting lucky increase with spicy cologne and a pressed linen shirt. Even June Cleaver would swoon.
romance analysis: 3 intense films
“Tell me the truth, Frank, we used to live by it. And you know what’s so good about the truth? Everyone knows what it is however long they’ve lived without it. No one forgets the truth Frank, they just get better at lying.”
love sucks, but you can’t beat it
One of my wisest friends figures that it took about thirty years for him and his wife to simply be nice to each other. Now there is a euphoria in their familiarity.
what would love do?
We crave it. We die for it. We try to pay for it. We aspire, we mire, we miss the mark. In the unending, coiling, incessant pursuit of being right and good enough to find love and get love and give love, we forget about the very nature of love itself.
