When you know you've got a best friend. That look.
I have, for many years, had a great admiration for the Nobel Prize-winning physicist, Richard Feynman. A hero of mine, if you like (and even if you don't). Thinking I couldn't care for him more, reading this text of a letter he wrote to his dead, first, wife in October 1946, 488 days after she … Continue reading Love After Death
Silently and quickly, he stood up, leaned over, removed my sunglasses and smiled at my eyes. 'That's better', he said. And he sat down. The companionable silence resumed. We stared out to sea once more, from time to time glancing at each other - almost coyly. And smiling. Because we knew. There will never be … Continue reading Not The Last Time
Late last year, I had cause to stop and take stock of friendships. I jotted down these notes in a moment of clarity to help me focus on when to hold on and when to let go. It was a useful reminder in funky times. Now, I'm sharing... Friendship: Notes to Self. Good ones are … Continue reading Friendship: Notes to Self
'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)
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
'Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.' 'Howard's End' ch. 22. E.M. Forster (Yes, another quote from my favourite of Forster's novels).