Sometimes people talk to me about love. And so I listen and try to remember about the magic and the glory of love. I listen and try to recall when I was bathed in the blazing heatstroke of love. I try to remember the moment that I was standing in the sweltering noontime of love, feeling the heat and the direct rays that blind you, that paralyze you, that envelope you. It is as if there was never shade in your life. It is as if you never stood under a tree away from the sun. It is as if you were never anywhere but here where you are now. And you can't imagine being anywhere but this place, in this searing heat as you are now.
But one day, you find yourself standing in the shade and wonder how in the world you ended up here after all. You are now either divorced or widowed or just quietly removed from the sun. And here you stand, draped in cloaks that cover you from head to toe, making it rather impossible to feel the sun even if you somehow made it out of the shade and wandered by chance into the full sun again. And so you sit in your chaise lounge chair, covered from head to toe in flowered purple cloth, sunglasses shielding your eyes, floppy straw hat on your head, watching from afar as the lovers of the world lay naked in the sun at noon and bake and bask and soak every single ray in. Notice how incredibly happy they look right now, at this moment, frolicing, dancing, laughing, singing, sighing, whispering, blowing kisses on the gentle breezes. I don't think love is foolish. It think it is privileged. I think it is timely.
There seems to be a time to dance in the full sun and burn with intensity. And there is also a time to lounge in the shade and watch from afar, detached and safe from harms way. And I think perhaps that we take turns. Some of us prefer to stay in the sun longer than others. Some of us are content to wrap ourselves in cool clothes and relax on the sidelines. I think we all have a turn at this or that, we all get a taste of sweet and sour. It wasn't really that long ago that I felt the sand between my toes as I danced in the noonday sun. And if you would ask a person that finds themselves alone after 50 years of marriage, "how long ago was it that you danced?" They would say, "Only a blink of an eye ago. It seems like only yesterday but the calendar says many years have gone by."
Its like wanting to have a great tan. So, you lay on this silver insulation and the sun reflected off of that shiney surface and burn you severely. You see the doctor and he said you got 2nd and 3rd degree burns now.So you never did that again. Then sometimes when you have protected yourself for so long and been so careful and reduced the risk of burning so consistantly - you come to the point where you say to yourself, "Am I still alive?" I think that's probably the day that you start to unwrap those mummified clothes and toss your straw hat on the lounge chair and kick your shoes off never glancing to see where they landed, and you set off barefoot to see if the sun still shines. So, this is a tribute to the lovers of the world who are standing in the noonday sun right now, bathed in the bright light of blistering love......soak it all in, as much as you can, because it seems like we take turns here on this merry-go-round we can home. And sometimes when I bump into a stranger on the street, it almost feels as if we were once locked in a dance long ago and I can almost hear the music playing from a distance. It seems like there was a tune that sounds familiar. It seems like I remember something, but it was so long ago that it doesn't matter right now. The time was then and the turn is over.
There seems to be a time to dance in the full sun and burn with intensity. And there is also a time to lounge in the shade and watch from afar, detached and safe from harms way. And I think perhaps that we take turns. Some of us prefer to stay in the sun longer than others. Some of us are content to wrap ourselves in cool clothes and relax on the sidelines. I think we all have a turn at this or that, we all get a taste of sweet and sour. It wasn't really that long ago that I felt the sand between my toes as I danced in the noonday sun. And if you would ask a person that finds themselves alone after 50 years of marriage, "how long ago was it that you danced?" They would say, "Only a blink of an eye ago. It seems like only yesterday but the calendar says many years have gone by."
Its like wanting to have a great tan. So, you lay on this silver insulation and the sun reflected off of that shiney surface and burn you severely. You see the doctor and he said you got 2nd and 3rd degree burns now.So you never did that again. Then sometimes when you have protected yourself for so long and been so careful and reduced the risk of burning so consistantly - you come to the point where you say to yourself, "Am I still alive?" I think that's probably the day that you start to unwrap those mummified clothes and toss your straw hat on the lounge chair and kick your shoes off never glancing to see where they landed, and you set off barefoot to see if the sun still shines. So, this is a tribute to the lovers of the world who are standing in the noonday sun right now, bathed in the bright light of blistering love......soak it all in, as much as you can, because it seems like we take turns here on this merry-go-round we can home. And sometimes when I bump into a stranger on the street, it almost feels as if we were once locked in a dance long ago and I can almost hear the music playing from a distance. It seems like there was a tune that sounds familiar. It seems like I remember something, but it was so long ago that it doesn't matter right now. The time was then and the turn is over.
