CAN’T YOU JUST FEEL THE MOONLIGHT?
As we dined sumptuously on the barbecue plate at The War Mouth restaurant in downtown Columbia, S.C. this week, it struck us that summer was nearly at an end.
Steve Winwood was on the loudspeakers in the restaurant, informing us that time was a river, rolling into nowhere … and that we must live while we can.
Or something …
Which made us wonder … what does it all mean?
Why are we here?
What happens when we die?
Why are those people eating vinegar-based barbecue?
Why did Blind Faith only make one album?
Is this erection noticeable?
How much wood COULD a woodchuck chuck?
Anyway, amidst such introspective musings, our eyes wandered – as if veering from mountain trail – toward a painting on the wall of U.S. Rep. Mark Sanford.
And of course that made us wistful for the summer of 2009, when Sanford brought us (repeatedly) into the depth and that is his soul.
Remember those emails?
“Dearest, You are glorious and I hope you really understand that. You do not need a therapist to help you figure your place in the world. You are special and unique and fabulous in a whole host of ways that are worth a much longer conversation. To be continued …”
“Afternoon projects had me outside and by days end I pretty much looked like a homeless person … but in this case a very content one. Enough about my love of heavy equipment and woods at sunrise …”
“I am most jealous of your salad under the palm tree.”
“You have oh so many attributes that pulls it in this direction. Do you really comprehend how beautiful your smile is? Have you been told lately how warm your eyes are and how they softly glow with the special nature of your soul.”
“You have a particular grace and calm that I adore. You have a level of sophistication that is so fitting with your beauty. I could digress and say that you have the ability to give magnificently gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curves of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of night’s light — but hey, that would be going into the sexual details we spoke of at the steakhouse at dinner — and unlike you I would never do that!”
“We are in a hopelessly impossible situation of love.”
“I wish I could wish it away, but this soul-mate feel I alluded too is real and in that regard I sure don’t want to be the person complicating your life. I looked to where I often look for advice and counsel, and in I Corinthians 13 it simply says that, “ Love is patient and kind, love is not jealous or boastful, it is not arrogant or rude, Love does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice in the wrong, but rejoices in the right, Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things”. In this regard it is action that goes well beyond the emotion of today or tomorrow and in this light I want to look for ways to show love in helping you to live a better — not more complicated life.”
“In the meantime please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.”
“There are but 50 governors in my country and outside of the top spot, this is as high as you can go in the area I have invested the last 15 years of my life – my getting here came as no small measure because I had that foundation of love and support so critical to getting up in the morning and feeling you could give and risk because you already had a full tank of love in the emotional bank account.”
Yeah …
Here’s hoping you always have a full tank of love in your emotional bank account.
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