To Adore:

To hold a deep, tender, abiding, forgiving Love for another.

Think about it. Really. Truly. Think about it.

Mother to son.  Father to daughter.  Best friends.  Childhood sweethearts…  Husband to wife to husband, and back around again and again and again.

A golden ring in its brightest, warmest, purest form…

To Adore:

A concept that makes the heart sigh… whether for joy or regret–or an unsettling mixture of the two–it doesn’t matter.

It reaches deeply into the soul to a place of selfless innocence, awakening memories, igniting imaginings… a glittering, golden thrill.

It’s a one-way word.

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(Dedicated to all those couples–young, old, and in-between–that I know and have met along this journey who embrace a true love.  This includes the hands who occupy the two photos:  my son and his lady love on prom day, and Jo and Fred, who recently celebrated their 59th wedding anniversary.)

Maybe You Can Grow . . .

Things are going well here in Florida.  So well that I’m just sort of floating along and don’t have much of anything to say.  I won’t let that stop me from posting a little something anyways.

In looking through my writing journals, I came across some notes I wrote after my post “And Remember, Love is Not . . .” (June 14, 2015).  I had a dream the night after posting that.  It went like this:

I was in a terrible rainstorm, and bad guys of some sort were coming!  I fell as everyone around me started to run for home, for safety.  My dog grabbed my shirt and pulled me all the way home.

When we arrived home, he wasn’t my dog.  He was a dwarf man.

I thanked him for saving me and I said, “I love you.”

His face lit up.

I quickly corrected myself:  “I don’t love you in that way.  I love you as a friend.”

His face stayed lit up.  “Oh, that,” he said, looking up at me.  “Today as a friend, tomorrow, who knows?  If I wear the right shirt and the right pants, maybe you can grow…  Oh no, don’t grow!  Maybe you can begin to love me yet another way.”  And everybody laughed, including the dwarf man.

Silly, huh!

(Above post is so nonsensical that I wasn’t going to post it until I stumbled upon the most lovely gnome in Jean’s garden, here in the RV park where we both reside for a time.  She let me take some pictures and the rest is now recorded, for better or for worse, in cyber-history.  Thanks, Jean.) 🙂



An unforgettable

New Year’s Eve


in the Sumter Oaks RV Park…


Laughter, joy,

singing, dancing


couples dance

to “Unforgettable”

one in particular …

Clasped so closely,

he leading

she so happy to follow

like teenagers again

though 50, 60 years

may have gone by

their love,


their embrace,


their moves,

beating heart upon beating heart,


through the haze of time

and an unsure mind,


that’s how they’ll stay

forever more

(Thank you to Nat King Cole and his daughter, Natalie Cole, for their renditions of this timeless song.  Natalie joined her father in the hereafter on New Year’s Eve.  May they enjoy their angelic duet forever more, even as they greet us when our time arrives, one by one by one.)