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In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.

Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.

Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

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The popularity of the pug anatomy illustration has alerted me to the Cult of Pug on tumblr, so here’s another ‘pug thing’.
Even though we don’t have a dog ( because we house-sit other people’s dogs so often!) I have a fascination for pugs. Having said that, I’m getting this keychain anyhow, because even without the puggy charm, it so perfectly describes ME.

The popularity of the pug anatomy illustration has alerted me to the Cult of Pug on tumblr, so here’s another ‘pug thing’.

Even though we don’t have a dog ( because we house-sit other people’s dogs so often!) I have a fascination for pugs. Having said that, I’m getting this keychain anyhow, because even without the puggy charm, it so perfectly describes ME.

And this is how you end up with wet knickers.

And this is how you end up with wet knickers.

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This is what I call singing! What a voice, what a sound; unplugged and unbelievably good.

I’m planning on diving into lots more Lake Street Dive on YouTube.

For once, a comment on youtube absolutely nailed it:

"This young woman is up there with Corrine Bailey Rae, Amy Winehouse, Phoebe Snow, or Rickie Lee Jones, where that soul jazz muse appears to have set up permanent residence.

What a sound too, with those harmonies and rhythm section. The risks that horn player isn’t afraid to take will pay off. The world will hear from these guys, with their pop sensibility and conservatory chops. Can’t wait to see them influence the market by lobbing acoustic skills grenades at the Clear Channel auto-tuned, banality machine.”

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A shared language assists communication. With the Canaussie though, translations are still sometimes required. For instance, he offers to ‘lift’ my food, instead of ‘serve’ it, and he says ‘meers’ instead of ‘mirrors’.
We do however, share a love of language and all its foibles. I tend to be scathingly sarcastic, whereas he is more gently so. It’s such a joy to cohabit with a cunning linguist, and yes, that’s an absolutely intentional double entendre.

A shared language assists communication. With the Canaussie though, translations are still sometimes required. For instance, he offers to ‘lift’ my food, instead of ‘serve’ it, and he says ‘meers’ instead of ‘mirrors’.

We do however, share a love of language and all its foibles. I tend to be scathingly sarcastic, whereas he is more gently so. It’s such a joy to cohabit with a cunning linguist, and yes, that’s an absolutely intentional double entendre.

It took me a while to warm to this. I guess because the ‘love story’ was from a male perspective, and because the concept initially seemed a little far-fetched.

I’m glad I hung in though, because once I’d connected I marvelled at the layers and possibilities. This is a gentle, thought-provoking - and thought requiring film - and it’s stayed with me in a way I didn’t expect.

The faces of love, whichever way you look at it.

The faces of love, whichever way you look at it.

I love this because it’s true.

I love this because it’s true.

Here’s my cute granddaughter Audrey in a photo collage my daughter created for Father’s Day.It wasn’t all sweetness and light from our almost-two-years-old toddler:"There was a little bit of ripping that may have happened which required some further photoshopping, and some letters dunked in a planter full of water but we got there in the end. Models these days!"

Here’s my cute granddaughter Audrey in a photo collage my daughter created for Father’s Day.
It wasn’t all sweetness and light from our almost-two-years-old toddler:

"There was a little bit of ripping that may have happened which required some further photoshopping, and some letters dunked in a planter full of water but we got there in the end. Models these days!"

Do the math :)

Do the math :)

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Love is in the air.

Love is in the air.

Hand on my heart…

Hand on my heart…