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Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.
Roy T. Bennett Eddie’s Garden Photos Desert Rose Spring 2019
Repost I
Romance is the glamour
which turns the dust
of everyday life into
a golden haze.
Elinor Glyn
via A Golden Haze
A Small Must-See (Clip)
This is my favorite scene from the controversial film Padmaavat (which I completely loved).
First off, I love how romantic and sensual Indian culture and sensibility can be.
It’s in full celebration of the feminine in many ways.
So in their films they will include elements of attraction untypical on screen.
Notice how the King looks at the Queen in this scene, he is fully surrendered, taking in what looks like his ultimate pleasure (as things play out when a man is in love). Notice his touch, when it’s his turn in the ceremony.
With her we see her playful and trusting, and in the end fully surrendered as well.
There is some “other” really nice stuff in this film, but the dance of desire, reverence, and connection packed in this clip, is a gift on film, I’ve been waiting for.
God Almighty, a helping of courage?
My life has changed. I lost my father in February. My mother 3 years ago, her mom last year.
I still live in the same place, have the same job, the same so-called “best friends,” a particular style as a writer-director.
And yet, none of this fits in quite the same way.
I’ve been trying to have the life I had, be the Tanyeno I was, live by the markers I placed. And yet, it’s suddenly not going so well. I’ve become annoyed at what I’ve built, completely disinterested in it, or disturbed at the half-bakedness of it all. My entire life looks like an unfinished project or like shoes I’ve outgrown I’ve been forcing myself to wear. And I wanna trash them.
That might sound unrealistic. Maybe kinda crazy, so I ignore it, other days I make plans.
One day though, on Twitter, this appeared on my feed:
That, in the middle of my feed. That.
I need a relationship with God Almighty, and Jesus Christ. I will lose some with this, because it’s ultra unpopular to say given the misguided Christians who are nothing like “their Christ.” But I want to know the Christ-God, and walk the talk.
Directing which was kind of a second fiddle-step-brother to writing, has now become more like a calling. Less like inspiration more like contact with my soul. That feels good.
So, this. Definitely.
Can you guess what draws my attention here? Love to give this a shot.
No idea.
These are my parents (best friends and married for 56 years before death did them part with hers).
I’d like to honor them with my choices.
All…
You Never See A Love Like This…
…up on screen at the cinema.
But that was pretty interesting to me (video going viral).
The way this guy looks at, smiles at, and touches his bride is incredible. As is her smile in response, no?
What a find…
Cause Love.
There are so many stereotypes about Africans. We are too busy warring, or fighting poverty, or navigating brutal traditional customs, for love. This is the narrative most of the world is running about us.
Up close though, Africans and East Indians are the most romantic of peoples I’ve encountered. With the French being a close third.
If anything, I don’t find Americans terribly so. Maybe in small pockets.
And mostly because there is so much competing distraction in this culture, so much available to those dating, by way of exposure.
But all that exposure devalues the very thing we talk about as so special.
In fact I think if we all tell the truth, we will admit how transactional friendship, love, and sex, is here. It must bring perks and tricks with it, to deserve our time.
I posted this video because this couple’s love is rich, pure, and honest. Almost naive because it lacks the bankrupt positioning of a transactional edge, which is there in “nearly” every American based relationship I know.
Theirs is pure enjoyment and appreciation of one another.
And, it’s very moving!
It Lives in Me…
This is the legacy Marva and Ambrose (Sr.) left me, and I am proud of it.
They were one another’s “love” and best friend, up to the month my mom entered the hospital a final time. For her last battle. May she rest in peace.
I remember the last kiss I saw them both have, full of love, and humored at my aim to make them both laugh during.
They had to maneuver their wheel chairs and lean beyond what was possible, to reach each other. So I said something like “Old age love,” framing the moment with the kind of crude humor you can have with people who are absolutely clear you love and admire them.
They kissed in that way, that transmits ‘I love you.’ And it was a really sweet moment between them. I remember it like yesterday.
I loved that moment.
And their love.
It’s a stain, on my life, in the best way.
And I know my mom and dad, wanted me to find someone of my own, like they each had. Someone to love me to my last days too. But this is a different time, where women hustle love and men status date. I’m grateful I was present to theirs, and one of my own once.
It’s enough.
Questioning the Cult of Busy
Source: Questioning the Cult of Busy
The Gift
There is no mistaking
two people who devastate each other.
Like a flower
unfolding in silence
words between them
take on dimension
we race to behold.
Their moments
kiss us.
Archaic Sugar 
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