Again and Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

– Rainier Maria Rilke

 

 

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Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

– Shel Silverstein

I’ve been burnt out from work for the longest time. The year started with a lot of work coming in from everywhere. While this is, in fact, something to be happy about, things get a little unbearable when your team is undermanned and deadlines come by the hour. I work mostly as an AE these days and I tell you, juggling between clients and creatives is HIGHLY stressful.

As a result, I’ve been getting sick frequently. From bad coughs to hyperacidity, the stress have really been taking its toll on me.

I’m not the type to heave a huge sigh of relief during weekends because I rarely get harassed, but the past few months have seen me looking forward to Fridays even before Monday is done.

So this Holy Week break, I plan to let out a great big sigh of relief. Though my days will be filled with activities at Church, I am still grateful that I won’t be spending the beautiful summer days in front of my laptop, stuck in this concrete beast.

I can’t wait to ESCAPE.
to EXHALE.
to BREATHE.
to LIVE AGAIN.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

– ee cummings

When you find a Love that lets you get mushy in the same way as this poem, DON’T EVER LET GO.
When you find someone who can hold your hand, make you hopeful even when there are fears for the future, DON’T LET GO.

When you find a Love that lets you get geeky, let’s you have moments together that literally make you snort, makes 10 AM- 10 PM feel like an hour, and generally just gives you an over-all feeling of comfortable togetherness, NEVER, EVER LET GO.

I’m thankful, so thankful that such a Love exists in my life right now. And this Valentine’s Day, I celebrate that Love. I give thanks for that Love. Any excuse to celebrate Love is good enough for me. 😉

On February 14, let’s all revel in the Love. Let’s celebrate Love in all its mushy glory. Let’s all carry (his) heart in our hands, and wear our hearts on our sleeves. ❤