Because (The Beatles)

TUT: A Note from the Universe (yesterday):

What if, Susan, all that you had to look forward to were the things that are free, like sunrises, wagging tails, holding hands, and your imagination. Would it all be worth it?

Probably.

What if you could trade-in some of your free stuff for fabulous wealth, fulfilling work, gorgeous looks, or anything else that your heart desired? Would it all be worth it?

Does a bear sleep in the woods? Is the Pope Catholic? Would you like syrup with your French Toast?

Visualize, Susan. Before the price goes up.

The Universe

Susan, not only are the best things in life free, but you can cash them in for stuff and still have lots left over!

I feel lazy and and loose-limbed and loved, oh my! - and guess what we'd already had for breakfast before I read this?!? (French Toast, of course... :-)

SONG: Because by The Beatles

BOOK: Every Day I Love You More (Just Not Today): Lessons in Loving One Person for Life by Nancy Shulins

POEM: Terms of Endearment by Sue Ellen Thompson

Sweet biscuit of my life,

I've been thinking of your smile
and how I'd steal a little bite
of it if you were here; of the delights

I've known in the alleyway between
the whitewashed storefronts of your teeth;
of how I've pressed one smithereen
after another of mille-feuille, mousseline

of late-night conversation upon your lips,

forever poised at the brink of kissdom,

their slightest sigh enough to lift

a tableskirt. Perfectest pumpkin

in the patch, your heft on mine

is what I crave, your brows so fine

I could not carve them with a steak knife.

You have the acorn eyes

of the football season, the ass

of an autumn afternoon, of boys en masse

in soccer shorts. Yours is the vast

contained candescence of a Titian under glass,

it is the gold leaf laid

by February sun, the lemonade's

pale wash in August. Should you fade,

like sun on windowsills crocheted

with shadow, then suddenly gone dark,

your face will leave its watermark

upon this page, which is already part

of love's confection, our little work of art.

QUOTE: "The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love." ~ Margaret Atwood