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Friday, December 16, 2011

Love Token 114: I love you, I love you, I love you

Below is a letter written by Stieg Larsson the famed author of “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” series.

He wrote this letter to the love of his life Eva before a journey he thought he might not return from, though he didn’t pass away for many years after; his parting words were no less profound.

I read this in Vanity Fair a few months back and stumbled across it again today via You, Me & Charlie - and thought it was worth the share.

What a beautiful letter that provides a slice of closure to help the heart through the grieving process.

Stockholm, February 9, 1977

Eva, my love,

It’s over. One way or another, everything comes to an end. It’s all over some day. That’s perhaps one of the most fascinating truths we know about the entire universe. The stars die, the galaxies die, the planets die. And people die too. I’ve never been a believer, but the day I became interested in astronomy, I think I put aside all that was left of my fear of death. I’d realized that in comparison to the universe, a human being, a single human being, me … is infinitely small. Well, I’m not writing this letter to deliver a profound religious or philosophical lecture. I’m writing to tell you “farewell.” I was just talking to you on the phone. I can still hear the sound of your voice. I imagine you, before my eyes … a beautiful image, a lovely memory I will keep until the end. At this very moment, reading this letter, you know that I am dead. There are things that I want you to know. As I leave for Africa, I’m aware of what’s waiting for me. I even have the feeling that this trip could bring about my death, but it’s something that I have to experience, in spite of everything. I wasn’t born to sit in an armchair. I’m not like that. Correction: I wasn’t like that … I’m not going to Africa just as a journalist, I’m going above all on a political mission, and that’s why I think this trip might lead to my death. This is the first time I’ve written to you knowing exactly what to say: I love you, I love you, love you, love you. I want you to know that. I want you to know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. I want you to know I mean that seriously. I want you to remember me but not grieve for me. If I truly mean something to you, and I know that I do, you will probably suffer when you learn I am dead. But if I really mean something to you, don’t suffer, I don’t want that. Don’t forget me, but go on living. Live your life. Pain will fade with time, even if that’s hard to imagine right now. Live in peace, my dearest love; live, love, hate, and keep fighting. …

I had a lot of faults, I know, but some good qualities as well, I hope. But you, Eva, you inspired such love in me that I was never able to express it to you. …

Straighten up, square your shoulders, hold your head high. Okay? Take care of yourself, Eva. Go have a cup of coffee. It’s over. Thank you for the beautiful times we had. You made me very happy. Adieu.

I kiss you goodbye, Eva.

From Stieg, with love.

All our imperfections aside - love is pure, love is true.


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Do Not Despair

This video...the words could do it justice.
It speaks for itself incredibly well. 

Charles Chaplin, Speech from The Great Dictator


Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Love Token 113: Life's A Happy Song

Zachary Scott for The New York Times

I love The Muppets and I love Bret McKenzie.

So needless to say, the following put a lovely smile on my face today.

BTW have you gone to see the new Muppet's movie yet?
I really want to check it out!



Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Cut & Paste Tuesdays

In my dreams I imagine one kick-ass book club party here


love LOVE love LOVE

I am a lover, not a fighter.
This tailspins off a campaign that is near and dear to my heart.
I saw this graphic image today and wanted to share.


Love Token 112: You Me & Charlie

I stumbled onto Diana Agron's blog today and I really LOVE it.

While I admit I am not a "Gleek", I like this actress and her perspectives.

Check it out here

Diana posted this wonderful poem and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.


We live in a modern society.
Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in the old days.
So where does one find love?
When you’re sixteen it’s easy, like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses.
There’s the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch.
The we shouldn’t be doing this kiss.
The but your lips taste so good kiss.
The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you’d quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad sometimes kiss.
The I know your tongue like the back of my hand kiss.
As you get older, kisses become scarce.
You’ll be driving home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road, with its purple thumb out.
If you were younger, you’d pull over, slide open the mouth’s red door just to see how it fits.
Oh where does one find love?
If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what?
Don’t invite the kiss over and answer the door in your underwear.
It’ll get suspicious and stare at your toes.
Don’t water the kiss with whiskey.
It’ll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, but in the morning it’ll be ashamed and sneak out of your body without saying good-bye, and you’ll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left on the inside of your mouth.
You must nurture the kiss.
Turn out the lights.
Notice how it illuminates the room.
Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach.
Place it on the tongue’s pillow, then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others.
The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

The Archipelago of Kisses, by Jeffrey McDaniel


Friday, December 2, 2011

Love Token 111: You Can Do What You Want

Every now and then a little pick me up and a dose of Cat Stevens can be just what my heart & soul ordered.

"Be Yourself; Everyone Else Is Taken"
Oscar Wilde

Happy Friday All!



You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserves your love and affection