I got the phone call in the supermarket. Already in a bad mood, I pulled the smartphone from my pocket to stare at its screen and a number I didn't recognise. Too pissed off to ignore it, I pressed accept. It was a call from a tearful female - 'Is that Jane?' 'Yes, who is … Continue reading Finding Jeff
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. Rumi (1207 - 1273)
'Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes; for those who love with heart and soul there is no separation.' Rumi (1207 - 1273)
Yesterday, it would have been Ted Hughes' birthday, and a chance remark from a friend reminded me of the poet's fatherly advice in the final paragraph of this letter, sent to his son Nicholas in 1986. It struck me as something my own father might well have said, too. 'The only calibration that counts is … Continue reading How Much Heart.
Late 1958, John Steinbeck's son, Thom, wrote to his parents from boarding school telling them he had fallen in love. These extracts are taken from his father's reply, sent from New York on 10 November 1958. First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can … Continue reading Steinbeck: On Love
I’m not a teacher To show you how to love. Fish don’t need a teacher To learn how to swim. Birds don’t need a teacher To learn how to fly. Swim and fly by yourself. Love has no notebooks, The greatest lovers in history Did not know how to read. One Hundred Love Letters - … Continue reading I’m Not a Teacher