I love you so much ...

I love you so much ...

I love you so much ...

I wonder if the ocean thinks of me.

Nothing better than doubt doubting itself.

Last night my mother called me. She told me she loves me. I hung up and thought: "Oh, well, she just said that because she loves me." I guess that's a true statement.

After 50 years of being married grandpa and grandma still slept in the same position every night.

"Sleep sweet", said grandma banana. "Sweet dreams", said grandpa banana. And they fell asleep.

New #1 on my list of examples for "good intention, bad execution".

And yes - I did that myself. 

No girl is an island.

Lillian was an island girl. She loved the sea and its temper, its mood swings in spring, and how it changed color with the approaching storm. Every afternoon she walked down to her favorite spot on the dock and watched the sun set. Lillian was happy. Until one day she wasn't happy anymore. And since she was not only an island girl, but also the only girl on the island - and more precisely: the only person on this deserted, godforsaken piece of rock amidst the waves - she had the freedom to make a quick decision. She would leave. No discussion.

Lillian was a hands-on girl. The very next morning she built a boat from a coconut shell and a mangrove root and sailed out to sea. This afternoon she wouldn't watch the sunset from the dock. 

Lillian was venturous, but not always lucky. Before night fell, her boat started taking on water. Within an hour it was gone. Again Lillian was alone with the sea.

Lillian was drifting on the open ocean. For days and days and nights. For the first time in her life she felt absolutely helpless, completely at the mercy of the sea. For the first time in her life there was nothing she could do. She had to surrender. On the third day she started liking it. 

Lillian was washed up on a beach after two weeks. She was too weak to get up. All she could do was lift her head a little, so she could see the sun set over the ocean. She smiled and coughed up a gallon of salt water. Then she fell asleep for a night and a day.

Lillian woke up in the afternoon. Although she still felt dizzy, she realized that somebody was watching her. Lillian looked up. In one of the palm trees there sat a girl. 

Leilani was an island girl. She loved the sea and the wind and the pattern of the palmetto shadows on the sand. When she saw that the strange dead girl on the beach had opened her eyes, she slowly climbed down her tree. It couldn't hurt to sit with her for a while. 

Now is the time to get ready for Valentine's Day!

With less than a week's time until Valentine's Day you better get going if you want to surprise your sweetheart with something special! I'm glad I have found a romantic way of expressing my innermost feelings with this little ladybug I drew. You can print it, cut it out and place it on a flower you are giving to your loved one, or you can just send the postcard. Don't be shy! Say how you feel! And make this Valentine's Day a day to remember.

What if we don't buy into The Crisis?

What if we don’t invest any thought in feeling poor, helpless and threatened? What if we believe in the fact that we are indeed powerful, wonderful and significant? What if we stop being at war with ourselves? What if we stop believing we have to be better? What if we accept the fact that we are perfect already? What if we believe we are not separate from the world? That we are not alone? What if we just decide to be happy? Wouldn’t that cure The Depression?

Dancing in the liquid moonlight

I meet you, strange bird,
every night, all night, 
by the icy pond in the park.

And we dance in the liquid moonlight
– beak to cheek -
all eyes, feathers, hair, pounding hearts.

My feet are freezing, but I smile.
I hear you whisper:
"El tango no está en los pies. Está en el corazón."

New entry in the country charts: "Our Great Love Ended Just Like A Small Town Sidewalk"

She was only seventeen and just out of school

I was lonely thirty-two and worked like a fool

And when we fell in love we knew life wouldn't be a cakewalk.

We got married in the church at the end of her street

Our love grew stronger and we made ends meet

And we laughed and played and danced and talked all night.

Chorus:

Tell me, what has happened to the candles and cards,

What has happened to our loving hearts?

Our great love ended just like a small town sidewalk.

Tell me, what has happened to the kisses and smiles,

What has happened to our loving minds?

Our great love ended just like a small town sidewalk –

A sudden stop and no safe spot to cross the road.