Tim McMorris - Overwhelmed
Talented singer-songwriter has struck gold again with this beautiful song, featured in Sam Adams “For The Love of Beer” commercials.
He has had songs featured in ads for Toyota & Adidas.
A memory.
A great love is a lot like a good memory.
It’s there & you know it’s there but it’s just out of your reach it can be all that you think about.
You can focus on it & try to force it, but the more you do the more you seem to push it away
But if you’re patient & if you hold still maybe, just maybe it’ll come to you.
So if you’re stuck in a memory and repeatedly live one over & over, then you may as well make it a good one.
I rarely ever say “goodbye”, I always avoid having to say that word.
Anyone who knows me or talks to me often will have recognized this.
It’s always “I’ll see you later” or “take care”.
Sometimes, even if I know I won’t ever see them again or know that there’s a strong possibility that I won’t talk to them ever again I still don’t say goodbye.
The last person I consciously said the words “goodbye” to and meant it as a farewell was dead at the time, in a casket and it really was a goodbye, I know that I can never see or talk to him again.
Sometimes it feels as if I am forgetting.
But then I’ll look in the mirror and be pleasantly reminded that he’s always going to be with me and that the older I get the more of him I’ll see.
Going away doesn’t have to mean forgetting. We’ll only forget if we choose to.
Sometimes people do want to forget, sometimes it’s good to forget someone even if you don’t want to.
But sometimes it isn’t and you should revel in whatever memories, good or bad that you have of that person.
There are only two people who have gone away from me that I will never forget. Both gave & taught me so much and I’ll be grateful to both of them for the rest of my life.
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CHILDREN’S DEFINITION OF LOVE
A group of professionals posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?” The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” Rebecca – age 8
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy – age 4
“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl – age 5
“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy – age 6
“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” Terri – age 4
Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” Danny – age 7
“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily – age 8
“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,” Bobby – age 7
“Love is when you tell a boy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle – age 7
“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy – age 6
“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” Elaine -age 5
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” Chris – age 7
“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” Mary Ann – age 4
“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren – age 4
“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” Karen – age 7
“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” Mark – age 6
“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget,” Jessica – age 8
"Love is longing and longing, the pain of being parted;
No illness is rich enough for the distress of the heart.
A lover’s lament surpasses all other cries of pain.
Love is the royal threshold to God’s mystery.
The carnival of small affections and polite attachments
Which litter and consume our passing
Time is no match to Love which pulses behind this play.
It’s easy to talk endlessly about Love,
To live Love is to be seized by joy and bewilderment;
Love is not clear-minded, but busy with images and argument.
Language is too precocious, too impudent, too sane
To stop the molten lava of Love which churns the blood,
This practicing energy burns the tongue to silence;
The knowing pen is disabled, servile paper Shrivels in the fire of Love.
Bald reason too is an ass Explaining Love, deceived by spoilt lucidity.
Love is dangerous offering no consolation,
Only those who are ravaged by Love know Love,
The sun alone unveils the sun to those who have
The sense to receive the senseless and not turn away.
Cavernous shadows need the light to play but light
And light alone can lead you to the light alone.
Material shadows weigh down your vision with dross,
But the rising sun splits the ashen moon in empty half.
The outer sun is our daily miracle in timely
Birth and death, the inner sun
Dazzles the inner eye in a timeless space.
Our daily sun is but a working star in a galaxy of stars,
Our inner sun is One, the dancing nuance of eternal light.
You must be set alight by the inner sun,
You have to live your Love or else You’ll only end in words."
No illness is rich enough for the distress of the heart.
A lover’s lament surpasses all other cries of pain.
Love is the royal threshold to God’s mystery.
The carnival of small affections and polite attachments
Which litter and consume our passing
Time is no match to Love which pulses behind this play.
It’s easy to talk endlessly about Love,
To live Love is to be seized by joy and bewilderment;
Love is not clear-minded, but busy with images and argument.
Language is too precocious, too impudent, too sane
To stop the molten lava of Love which churns the blood,
This practicing energy burns the tongue to silence;
The knowing pen is disabled, servile paper Shrivels in the fire of Love.
Bald reason too is an ass Explaining Love, deceived by spoilt lucidity.
Love is dangerous offering no consolation,
Only those who are ravaged by Love know Love,
The sun alone unveils the sun to those who have
The sense to receive the senseless and not turn away.
Cavernous shadows need the light to play but light
And light alone can lead you to the light alone.
Material shadows weigh down your vision with dross,
But the rising sun splits the ashen moon in empty half.
The outer sun is our daily miracle in timely
Birth and death, the inner sun
Dazzles the inner eye in a timeless space.
Our daily sun is but a working star in a galaxy of stars,
Our inner sun is One, the dancing nuance of eternal light.
You must be set alight by the inner sun,
You have to live your Love or else You’ll only end in words."
— Rumi
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This. This was the scene that struck the strongest chord with me, for a few different reasons.
- He’s losing his Dad to Alzheimer’s, and here Timberlake’s character finally comes to terms with that reality. So he takes his pants off and joins his pops for a steak lunch.
- The best acting throughout the entire movie was here, when his Father explains to him who Dee-Dee is.She was the love of his life, that one woman who was perfect for him and he made a mistake, he let her go and has carried the weight of that for his entire life.
- It provides an emotional connection between father and son and is the turning point for Dylan. He realizes that he can’t make the same mistake his Dad did and goes after his love.
Makes me wonder how things could have been different for me, my life, my career, my relationships, if my Father was still around today. Most of all, I would love to be able to take my pants off and have dinner with him somewhere, we’d pretend he had Alzheimer’s just to get away with it
:)
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LOVE FOOD & HAPPINESS
I went to Emory hospital in Atlanta tonight to visit someone after their surgery. I brought along with me an assorted tray of panini’s and a dozen cupcakes from the restaurant I run. We took what we wanted and shared the rest with the attending nurses & staff on duty.
On my way out I received over a dozen “thank you’s” along with handshakes & hugs from complete strangers. A group of nurses delayed my departure, probing me about what I did, and where I worked. One was so bold as to ask me if I’d marry her and move in.
This is why I wanted to become a chef, this is why I love to cook and be surrounded by food all day.
People love to eat, we connect food with happiness.
An hour ago, I did not exist to the 15 or so staff of Ward 11E, now I am Kizzy, the jovial British chef who brought them a delicious late evening snack on a random Wednesday night.
Al Green sang a song called “Love & Happiness”. I am going to make my own lyrics to include: “Food, Love & Happiness”
The power of love food.
(thanks to Kiskolee for the photo)
“If You Could Only Watch One Video Today, This Week, This Month And This Year, Make It This One.”
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“One event that stood out was they wanted to pray together, but not see each other, before the ceremony”
http://joshelliottstudios.com/cami-erik-married/
Probably the most beautiful wedding photos I have ever seen.
Is this what love looks like? I hope it lasts forever for them.
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