Monthly Archives: January 2014

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Musical notation by Ludwig van Beethoven

Musical notation by Ludwig van Beethoven

Waiting for snow. In Chattanooga. Sitting indoors listening to music.  Listening to music and writing. In a lawn chair next to a heater, a radiator. Stacks of books everywhere. Writing. Yup. I love words. Is that it? No not exactly. I love talking to you, whoever you are. I love expressing myself, finding expression? Not quite it again. I like the way that talking in words through my hands gets at things, brings me closer to important things. Wells. Reservoirs. Sources of water. Not always. Sometimes. But the sometimes makes it all worth it. It’s a little like waiting for snow. Now that I think about it is also like waiting inside for something to happen outside. It may not snow but it’s been worth the time dreaming about it.

– christopher


I keep picking up the phone



It rings, and she picks up.

The muffled sound of struggle, rummaging for a moment (no doubt untangling her curly phone cord from around a plant or other objects in the vicinity.)

Hello? She says hello

I feel her joy

laughing at my jokes.

showing a genuine interest in my life.

loving me.

I tell her stories, she listens and enjoys them whole heartedly.

Then a couple weeks later I accidentally tell her the same story. She doesn’t stop me and say, “You told me that last week, remember?”


She sits and listens again and enjoys again.

Yeah. I love that about her.

Even though she passed, when I call she always answers.

And always will.


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Photo Credit: Mario De Biasi

Photo Credit: Mario De Biasi


Love is breathing; it’s alive like a pulse. Move to Stevie Wonder’s, “Love’s in Need of Love Today.” Or Gregory Porter’s, “I Fall in Love too Easily.” It goes where it will. It is emphatic and fleeting. It has body. Love only needs love with me in the middle.

The thing about love is that it resists control. If you use it too much or squeeze it too tightly it vanishes.

Let love be, let it sit in the palm of your hand like some wandering ladybug. Don’t contain it by wrapping your fingers around it. Let it inhale and exhale and maybe even flutter its wings in flight suggesting leave-taking.

Love is sumptuous. It’s belongs to other things besides relationships. Scientists say we have discovered 14% of the species on earth. The same with love I say.

We pass love daily, and don’t know it. That’s the beauty of love; it can be found in every crinkle and crease of life if you’re patient and open and let it capture you.

-christopher & paris

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