love

Love is not something you do,

It is not how you behave.

There’s nothing you can do that constitutes loving another,

No action that is of itself loving.

Love is a way of being.

And more than that.

It is simply being,

Being with another person, however they may be.

Holding no judgements, having no agendas,

No need to have them experience your love,

No desire to demonstrate love,

No intrusion upon their soul.

Nothing but a total acceptance of their being,

Born of your total acceptance of yours.

- Peter Russell, Author

One thing that always takes me back… the Who.

When my wife and I were dating, I had a car with a casette deck. (some of you may have to go ask your parents what that is. It’s okay, we’ll wait.) It had a feature where when it reached the end of the tape it would automatically switch to the other side (called “autoreverse,” and it wasn’t on every tape deck - you had to look for it. Yes, I’m a fucking dinosaur. At least I didn’t have the 8 track anymore by the time this takes place)

Anyway. I had a car, which is pertinant to this story, and in the car was a tape deck, and in the tape deck was a copy of Hooligans, which could play for hours (thanks to the autoreverse and a Sears Die Hard) and to this day just about any time I hear a song by the Who (5:15 just came on the radio, I’m out of my brain on the train) I can remember the orgasmic fun we had in that car, hiding out near the water tower.

Back when we could actually do gymnastics in a Datsun.

Not that I’m old now or anything…

(thanks to Michael for the photo, and thanks to the Who for reminding me of high school)

I know I shouldn’t keep dipping into classic(?) rock lyrics to tell my stories, but this came on the radio and it seemed soo fitting.

Guess what we did on Saturday? More than once? Go ahead, guess. (taps foot)

OK, perhaps this classic rock lyric could be a clue:
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