Last Night, as in a few hours ago...

... I enjoyed true communion. I may have to break up this post for reasons of my own sanity, so here it goes:

The word for today is Love.
I''m talking that climb every mountain-make-life-worth-living kinda-love. The universe was definitely caring enough to remind me. I'm just glad I had the good sense to appreciate and recognize. First there was this:

Noam Chomsky on Love: “Life’s empty without it.” | Noam Chomsky | Big Think

I found this video clip during my research at my week-long copy writing gig. Speaking of my week-long-corp writing gig, my colleague and occasional boss, took me out for martinis. It was this cozily wonderful bar with stellar bar snacks (mmmm... butter bread sticks). The bar tend poured a mean drink, but it was the conversation that I will cherish. I always find myself challenged by his candor and general curiosity. Since we both represent groups with a strong visual, contextual, and racial history (he's a white man, I am a black woman), we inevitably touch upon the issues that our only our friendship allows us to explore. We rarely get the chance to hang out, but it always a treat and I leave the 'session' contemplating my work and ideologies in a way I haven't before. As a side note- keep an eye out for Trash: A Modern Melodrama coming soon.

In either case, back to love. My friend, during our engaging exchange relates the story of his maternal grand parents meeting. It is such a lovely story that I am compelled to relate, in my own way, as reminder of the unpredictability of love...

Sign Your Name

It was a time of young men going to war
of mustachioed villains and engineered death-
many deaths-
that echo in the now

He
The He was still a youth
tender to the reality
of survival
an accidental death
or killing
and a longing for the soda fountain
and brass swings

Mr. Pepper
Mr. Pepper, the owner of the tobacco farm,
where the He was born
felt some kinda way
about the sacrifice of young men

and
In an urge to correspond
full of zest
he asked Ms. Price to take dictation

She
She the dutiful
made so it was done
letters
sent

and
feelgood accomplished

but Mr. Pepper
did not maintain this injection of pride
but as the sentiment was still there
encouraged his assistant
Ms. Price
to carry on

She
The She
wrote on

Mr. Pepper
signed each one

He
The He read and
felt some kinda way
when he returned
to mend broken things

A gratitude
compelled a visit
to the tobacco farm
where He
met She

from then on
She signed her own name
and later
with the one He'd given