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She smiled as she looked at the old man sitting across the room

with whom she’s shared a life for 50 years…

50 years of joy and laughter mixed with a sprinkling of tears.

Just looking at him sometimes can cause her memories to stir.

She remembers, as if it were yesterday, the moment he proposed to her…

How he got down on one knee, took her hand, looked in her eyes and said,

“There are so many places I want to go…and so many things I want to do…”

then showing her the ring said, 

“I would love to go to all these places and do all these things…with you.” 

He smiled as he looked at the old woman sitting across the room

adjusting her wedding ring.

The woman who for 50 years has been his everything.

He sat up a little taller resting his elbows on the arms of his easy chair…

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he said, “what are you doing over there?”

“Oh I was just thinking about our life together…how I’ve been such a lucky one.

Thinking about all the places we have gone and all the things that we have done.”

He moved next to her, put his arm around her then whispered, “I love you”

“but you weren’t just a lucky one…we were a lucky two.”

Then they spent a while sifting through memories as they rose…one by one by one…

remembering together some of the places they have gone 

and some of the things that they have done.

She rested her head upon his shoulder saying, 

“How lucky we have been to live a life making memories we will never forget?”

“Yes, and the beauty of it all,” he said, as he took her hand in his

“is that we’re not finished yet.

 We grew up with a love for nature

In messages from the trees, the flowers…the ocean we discovered our salvation…

and once a feeling imprints onto your heart and soul…

It leads to a lifetime infatuation.

We also grew up with George Harrison and the Beatles…

Their music was the music of our generation…

and once music imprints onto your heart and soul…

It leads to a lifetime infatuation.

Music and nature…add love, and art and family

and you have what life is all about.

So when we heard there was an exhibit 

That combined George Harrison’s music with his love of gardening….

Well…we had to check it out!

We loved walking through the gardens, listening to George’s music

reading poetry from his wife…

While learning how he bought Friar Park…an estate in England

and nursed it back to life.

It was a beautifully spiritual experience…as the sun lit the garden from above

the music, the garden the poetry…filled our hearts with love.

We love indigenous philosophy…George loved the philosophy of India…

but I think he would, with us, proclaim…

on peace…on love on compassion and happiness 

their basic concepts are the same.

Love is at the center of every true religion…every great philosophy.

and love was there in the garden…for everyone to see.

From England across the world…

It’s a message he sent our far and wide…

Is it any wonder ‘Love One Another’ were the last words 

George left us with…right before he died?

For love is the message George infused into his life…

and now every morning when we say Here Comes The Sun…

we share in his hope that in the same way it found him…and us

love will come to everyone

This Valentine’s day I’m grateful for love

I believe a majority of people in this world have a kind and loving heart

Which makes me wonder:

Why are we allowing those whom we outnumber

to keep us all apart?

When give the chance between words of love or hate

May we be blessed to choose words of love…

because not only do they have appeal

but only words of love can help a heart to mend…

and help a soul to heal.

I wonder if we think about the ramifications when by so much hate we’re blinded…

Perhaps on a day we celebrate love…it’s good to be reminded:

When the old teacher ran across  a weathered copy of her poem…he closed his eyes to reminisce…

for never has he read a poem…as beautiful as this:

It was nearing Valentine’s Day and he had asked his class to try and write a love poem…

“Because”, he said, “love is both beautiful and grand.

But he was interrupted by a student…who timidly raised her hand.

“My daddy was shot and killed by a person who didn’t like the color of his skin.” 

“I’m still filled with so much hate…when you ask me to write a love poem…Where do I begin?”

He remembers the pain he saw on her face…he remembers how she cried

and how he immediately ran to her desk, took her hand, and knelt down by her side.

“It was hate that killed your father…and hate is the very thing love is trying to get rid of…

So I’m asking you to try to fight the hate you feel inside…and search for words of love. 

“Look into your heart.” he said, ‘words of love are waiting there

words of love you will discover…words of love you’ll want to share.”

He returned to his desk to wait…and during the interlude…

the students completed their assignment in quiet solitude.

It wasn’t until later that night while reading their work at home..

he ran across her assignment entitled…

                                            So This Is My Love Poem

My daddy used to tell me he loved me every morning when I woke up 

and at the end of every night…

He said love is a wonderful way to start the day…and the only way to say goodnight.

So I will try my best every day to think in words of love…no matter what my fate

I’m hoping finding words of love will help me overcome my hate…

I know somewhere in my heart are the words of love I’m searching for…

and even though hate has won this battle…I’ll try hard not to let it win the war. 

Perhaps if words of love, instead of bullets were falling from the sky

then love will finally defeat hate…and no more Daddies have to die.

Even though hate has left me with a scar and my dreams shall forevermore be haunted…

each day I will look for love, 

because…

that’s what my Daddy would have wanted.

May we be blessed to understand

our love is meant to be big…not small….

that we were created to love not one…but one another

not meant to love some…but all

 When we see our world crumbling…our emotions are in a blender.

We’re a mixture of heartbroken…depressed…sad and mad…

but then…

we discover little bits of love in the rubble

and begin to piece our life together again.

Yesterday I found some bits of love that brought a smile to my face…

surrounded by friends and family…in a place where horses race. 

Once a year we get together…we take up a lot of space…

It’s a mini family reunion…in a place where horses race.

Many of our family members were there…

some who we don’t often see…

as were friends who over the years have become our family.

Most of us came from Florida…

the east coast, west coast…and beyond… 

One person came from England and one from Belgium…

making that long flight across the pond.

We hugged…we talked…we laughed…

sharing the kind of memories you can’t replace…

picking up those little bits of love…

in a place where horses race.

I met a man, wearing a shirt exactly like mine… 

He and his wife were down from Chicago escaping the cold…

We even joined in a chorus of Happy Birthday

to a man who turned 90 years old.

Yes in times when we’re surrounded by hatred and prejudice and war

It’s nice to be reminded…what we were created for…

Like spending time with our family and friends….

making memories time cannot erase…

Like sharing little bits of love

in a place where horses race.

Once again I’m grateful for the joy having loved someone…

for is it not that love which brings a tear to our eye…

every time we remember someone we love and lost

every time we say goodbye.

With so much hatred engulfing love in this world…

may this be said about us once we’re gone…

That when it came to life instead of passing on love…

we chose to pass love on.