Heartbeats Accelerating

Of all the beautiful things in the world this week, I can think of nothing that surpasses the indescribable, joyous simplicity of love, which can be found in the most unassuming places if we are attuned to its presence. Seek and you shall find.


I Do Not Love You by Pablo Neruda


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

In secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

So I love you because I know no other way than this:

Where ‘I’ does not exist, nor ‘you’,

So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.




by Andrew

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Dan Chapman

Thanks for keeping us posted. We live in Virginia and driving up throughthe Mohawk Valley ws majical. Still use and love Josh’s Mom’s
cakeplate she helped me with at the Mercantile..Dan and John