Friday, December 4, 2015

Your Warm Embrace




"At least one moment everyday
I hear the echo of your voice
And though it's only in my mind,it stays with me
I have no choice..."

My thoughts are clear and the picture of my love is distinct and special. This duet captures the spirit of a love that is not forgotten. When love is ageless, the face you remember is that glorious day you first met. Love is ageless and its image in your mind only improves with time.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Rays of Comfort



Love brings us 1,000 dreams and lifts us high. Two lovers, a thousand miles apart and yearning to be back in each other's arms, may find a ray of comfort as they gaze upon the same Moon, knowing that they are bathing together in celestial light from the same source.

    So whether it is night or day, the sky is where we find our comfort. Look up. Stay positive and you will never fail. In the dark sky, we see stars that have their own stories to share.




Friday, November 20, 2015

The Gift of Love



                                             Wedding Music

Jean Anouilh - French Playwright

Before you can love another person you must love yourself. Only then can we pass this gift to others.
The gift of love is sweet, musical and timeless. The gift of love is ageless and without borders. When we love another person, we share our inner feelings,  becoming vulnerable,  buy taking a chance that our love is the greatest gift we can pass on to another person.

"The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.”
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross (The Wheel of Life, 1997)

Friday, November 6, 2015

The Second Sunrise

"The echo of her laughter is the second sunrise I awaken to each day, and at night I feel it is more than stars looking down on me. " 

           ~Jerry Spinelli ( from his book Stargirl )

The new morning opens with rays of light, but a second sunrise also occurs when the right person walks into the room. This indoor sunrise is different from the outdoor one. This second sunrise is the transformation of darkness to light, from ugliness to beauty, and from hatred to love.



Sunrise over New York City & Newark Liberty International Airport

When the second sunrise shines, you can turn your head toward the incredible light and hear the laughter.

Friday, October 30, 2015

Embrace




During a surf session on Halloween morning 2003, Bethany was attacked by a 14-foot tiger shark, which bit off her left arm and seemed to end her career as a rising surf star. Just one month after the attack, Bethany returned to the water and just over a year later won her first National title. In 2007, she realized her dream of surfing professionally and since then her story has been told in a New York Times best selling autobiography and in the 2011 film, SOUL SURFER.
For many in the surfing world, the term “soul surfer” (coined in the 1960s) often refers to someone who doesn’t compete, who surfs simply for the pleasure of surfing.
   If you are anchored in love and faith, you can overcome any insurmountable obstacle.Finding your courage allows you to embrace your passions.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

The Pillow You Sleep On



   When you close your eyes at night, do you dream of a love that's far away. Despite the smoking,
Dean Martin captures the essence of a lover dreaming about his distant mate.
   Sleepers who snore can also laugh at this new device which seems to alleviate that common complaint of couples.
   It's called nora. Sweet dreams to all.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Pianos on State



Once  a year, for one week in October, in the romantic city of Santa Barbara, California, pianos are placed on State Street for anyone to sit down and play. They are decorated by local artists and the event is called Pianos on State.


 This Oktoberfest is a beautiful reminder that music and romance make a wonderful connection. If you were to sit down at the piano and play I think the exquisite beauty of the song "Julia" by Ludovico Einaudi would be a sensational melody to play as the stars come out.




Piano on State Street


Friday, October 9, 2015

Imagine

   There is a light in some people that never goes out.  John Lennon, who was born today, October 9, 1940 was one of those lights. I try to remember his words of wisdom about peace now, as the the world seems more violent and destructive,  and the response to gun violence and campus killings is answered with messages of more violence.

   John Lennon asked us to imagine peace.  I wish today we could imagine it and learn to live with each other on this planet. In memory of his great work and to celebrate his life, let us all imagine peace. After we imagine peace, the next dream is to love each other.  

   Visit his website created by Yoko Ono and leave a candle in his memory.


Friday, October 2, 2015

Heart and Home



When you think of home, it is not always a physical place or structure. It is a special place where you feel welcome, safe and at ease. It's also an idea - one where the heart is. Randy Newman realizes this when he sings:

A window breaks
Down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see
Through the dark there's a light
 
   The worn trail of life can lead us to a home that changes us. The house we knew may even have broken windows. But love creates a new birthplace. There is a harmony in a good home and a deep affection for all who live there.
    I also like Neil Diamond's version of this song.  You can feel his emotion a little deeper.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Love at First Sight (Chagall and Bella)



What is clear when looking at the paintings of Marc Chagall is that he loved his wife, Bella. Even when her back is toward him, he will twist her head backwards in some of the paintings, as if to say, I never want to lose sight of you.
    The fusion of love and art reveals that true love is both an emotional and a physical contemplation. The spirit of their love floats in the air and has wings that take them higher than all buildings on the ground.  There is comfort and companionship with all creatures in nature and those that are fanciful.
   Chagall's paintings of his wife Bella reveal an endless love. Without hearing her voice or even knowing much about her, we see his love for her and feel their inseparable connection.

Marc Chagall rhapsodized, “Her silence is mine. Her eyes, mine. I feel she has known me always, my childhood, my present life, my future; as if she were watching over me, divining my innermost being, though this is the first time I have seen her. I knew this is she, my wife.”
  
"Wedding" - Marc Chagall (1918)

In this portrait of their wedding, we see some heart-winged figure above them (their little daughter, Ida, born in 1916) and on Bella's cheek, a reflection of a human figure, depicting perhaps or foretelling the great artist he would become. 




Friday, September 11, 2015

9/11 Tribute



   Love cannot be buried beneath rubble or destroyed by flames of fire. Love enters into our souls and stays with us beyond all years and lives with us in an eternal embrace. The Japanese writer Haruki Murakami put it this way:
   

              “What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.”

   Love accumulates inside us, growing stronger with every year of remembrance. 
A book to remember a beloved husband, killed in the Twin Towers, called Where You Left Me, is a beautiful tribute to love.


                                 



In a Certain Light, As After Rain
--Carolyn Forche

I can see you descending.
You step just on the toes
of your shoes like a faery,
like horses doing dressage,
touching the earth with only
the fine points of their hooves,
as I dabble with cleaning
solution, Tide for the laundry,
in the house where you left me,
after the rabid rain,
unable to let go of the single bird
singing or the rain-specked world.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Here Comes the Sun



      When you feel the warm sun in the morning, it is the same warmth you get when you are surrounded by love.  That morning sun makes birds sing. That morning sun is a special type of sunlight. It boosts the metabolism.
 According to a Chicago university study, the prime time to bask in the sun is between 8 AM and 12 noon. 
The study found that those who benefited most from the early morning sunlight were those exposed to more than 500 lux. (Lux is a unit of light measurement) To help you understand, the brightest indoor lighting only goes up to 500 lux, while dim indoor lighting can go as low as 150 lux. Sunlight STARTS at 1,000 lux, and increases as the day gets brighter.  
  There is generally a higher amount of blue light (shorter wavelength) in the morning. Blue light has been shown to have the strongest effect on the circadian system and metabolism.

    So look for love at night and in the bright morning sun. With every new day, we experience new light. If we are lucky, our love stays the same and has a brighter effect on us in the sunlight.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

YOU RAISE ME UP



    The composer of this song, Rolf Lovland, from the Irish-Norwegian duo Savage Garden,  song said of this song "“there's something about the song people are embracing - which becomes emotionally strong".  What is clear is that if you see love in the lyrics, the words guide you to a deeper appreciation of how love transforms us.

           When I am down and, oh, my soul, so weary;
                When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
          Then I am still and wait here in the silence,
           Until you come and sit awhile with me.

    The singer of this song, Martin Hurkens, from Holland, lost his job as a baker and decided to go to the streets to sing for money. He had mouths to feed. The different couples who stopped to listen to him are sharing something beautiful together.
  When love reaches into your heart and you are changed by it, you feel no violence, you feel only joy.  That joy bursts forth despite our circumstance.
 Perhaps another , Dutchman said it best.
    "What is done in love, is done well. " - Vincent van Gogh

A Pair of Lovers - Vincent van Gogh



 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Monsters of the Sky

"A great flame follows a little spark."   
  ~Dante Alighieri (from the book "The Divine Comedy" )

  Some people call the piercing storms with thunder and lightning "The Monsters of the Sky".
That sudden spark of light lights up the sky. It can be terrifying or beautiful depending on your perspective, age and understanding. We are more vulnerable during a thunderstorm and we must take cover for protection and safety.
    But from a little spark, the lightning of love can brighten our paths. We take shelter in each other. The sounds of thunder are intense heartbeats and the lightning is a wave of energy that brighten the sky like a haunting flame.
Love is a great power and illuminates our lives in the same way that lightning does. It is a majestic or divine source of energy. When it is the right kind of love, "there exists no other truth".  Like the thunder, we are tossed about by our passions.
via Save a Quote <http://www.saveaquote.com/poems/authors-poems/poem-237098>

Sunday, August 16, 2015

You and I Have Learned



   The actor Leonard Nimoy was also a poet. In this poem, read beautifully and with  great compassion, by Seth Hunter Perkins, Nimoy is also a teacher. He wants to share the miracle of his love with us.
   He says simply, "If you want to love, learn the love song."
   This love song he describes is "ageless" and his lesson on loving is composed of sharing and giving.
     We are here on this earth to experience many thing and share many things. Love is a strong part of  our experience.
     Find your love song, learn to sing it, and be grateful. If you learn to "sing it well", tell others about it. Pass that feeling on to others. Our learning, like our love, never ends.
 

Friday, August 7, 2015

Losing My Mind




How do you know when you love somebody? It certainly seems composer Stephen Sondheim has answered that question when he wrote the song Losing My Mind for his Broadway musical Follies.
  "The sun comes up,
   I think about you.
  The coffee cup, 
  I think about you..."
  
    When  you are in  love, you think of that other person constantly. You feel their presence everywhere. You find them in the dazzling starlight, in the shape of the shadows at twilight, and in the early morning sunlight.
   I like when Barbara Cook says "I think I sing it better now, then I did in 1985."
When love comes to your mind, does it bring sleepless nights?

  
                                                                   Stephen Sondheim Interview

Friday, July 31, 2015

Bird Songs


Never Again Would Birds' Song Be The Same 
 by Robert Frost
He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.
                     *       *        *
The songbirds bring us music, as they sit upon the trees or telephone wires.  To the poet Robert Frost, the birds provide  "an eloquence so soft",  perhaps his indirect reference to the Love for his first wife, who died young. To Emily Dickinson the birds feathers brought "Hope".


    When we spend the time in the garden to listen to birds'  songs, we are carried aloft with the birds to something great or divine. When love is great it creates an everlasting music that will never be lost. Humankind needs "hope" to believe that love will last and this poem shows us both Frost's "faith" in Love and a belief that that humans and birds are connected in a sacred splendor. Perhaps in the music  birds bring us, we can here a lovers's laughter or a cherished voice speak "without the words". Certainly when you step out your front door one morning, you will find the songs make us remember the wordless beauty of love.
                             

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Summer Wind



"And close your eyes, child, and look at what I’ll show you; 
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you, 
Then maybe, when we meet, suddenly I will know you."  ~ Jerry Merrick, Singer -Songwriter


    The summer brings us many pleasurable activities: swimming, waiting for the ice cream truck, paddling down  the river in a kayak, and the sounds outdoor concerts.  In the poem Summer Wind,  William Culllen Bryant calls the day "sultry". That word has two meanings. The first refers to the weather and means hot and humid. The second meaning describes a person, usually a woman who is attractive in a way that suggests a passionate nature.
     This second meaning describes the what is happening to this person in the poem on this summer day. For a person in love, the wind is fragrant, sparkling and musical. When love finds you it caresses your heart, soul and skin. The silence of 
life becomes voluble. The breezes blow you and you know love is around you.

Summer Wind by William Cullen Bryant
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank
The dew that lay upon the morning grass,
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing. The plants around
Feel the too potent fervors; the tall maize
Rolls up its long green leaves; the clover droops
Its tender foliage, and declines its blooms.
But far in the fierce sunshine tower the hills,
With all their growth of woods, silent and stern,
As if the scortching heat and dazzling light
Were but an element they loved. Bright clouds,
Motionless pillars of the brazen heaven;--
Their bases on the mountains--their white tops
Shining in the far ether--fire the air
With a reflected radiance, and make turn
The gazer's eye away. For me, I lie
Languidly in the shade, where the thick turf,
Yet virgin from the kisses of the sun,
Retains some freshness, and I woo the wind
That still delays its coming. Why so slow,
Gentle and voluble spirit of the air?
Oh, come and breathe upon the fainting earth
Coolness and life. Is it that in his caves
He hears me? See, on yonder woody ridge,
The pine is bending his proud top, and now,
Among the nearer groves, chesnut and oak
Are tossing their green boughs about. He comes!
Lo, where the grassy meadow runs in wives!
The deep distressful silence of the scene
Breaks up with mingling of unnumbered sounds
And universal motion. He is come,
Shaking a shower of blossoms from the shrubs,
And bearing on the fragrance; and he brings
Music of birds, and rustling of young boughs,
And soun of swaying branches, and the voice
Of distant waterfalls. All the green herbs
Are stirring in his breath; a thousand flowers,
By the road-side and the borders of the brook,
Nod gaily to each other; glossy leaves
Are twinkling in the sun, as if the dew
Were on them yet, and silver waters break
Into small waves and sparkle as he comes.





Saturday, July 18, 2015

Gegenschein


The word "gegenschein" means
faint glowing spot or region in the sky, occasionally visible exactly opposite the position of the sun, consisting of sunlight scattered by interplanetary dust particles. Also called counterglow.


Even beyond theses particles are the stars.

                                    Bridge Over the Stars by Keiko Matsui

  

The right person lights up our earthly path like stars light up the sky. Hopefully, that love will never die. When we leave this world, I hope we will all meet our true loves again and travel with them on a "bridge over the stars".



Friday, July 10, 2015

Just Right



On a day when everything is just right, the rose opens, love expresses its hidden beauty and we embrace the joy of life.
In his novel Dr. Zhivago, Boris Pasternak writes:

     "He was so childishly simple that he did not conceal his joy at seeing her, as if she were some summer landscape of birch trees, grass, and clouds, and could freely express his enthusiasm about her without any risk of being laughed at."
   
The rose in this video above is part of the summer landscape. We watch something beautiful open slowly before us and it is a time to be grateful.
Again Pasternak reminds us:
    “When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.”  

  Love also opens slowly and softly. The sweetness of this rose is heard in the music of the Ahn Trio.     
“Dies Irie,” ironically references not the traditional Requiem Dies Irae but the Jamaican patois phrase meaning, “Day of Everything Being Just Right.” Even rage evaporates into sweetness and beguiling rhythms. 

Friday, July 3, 2015

I Hear America Singing

"I am singing for Everybody on this planet."
    ~ Richie Havens




                                                 
    Walt Whitman wrote in "Leaves of Grass" that he could hear America singing.
When your mouth opens to sing something glorious happens. We become like birds flying beneath the sun.
    If we aim the light of love in the right direction, it will unlock all our barriers to resist it.
Marianne Williamson said in her book A Return To Love,
         "Love is within us. It cannot be destroyed, but can only be hidden."
    It is time for us to shine a new light on America. It is time to hear the different melodies that Whitman heard. That is the beauty of Love, Liberty and Freedom. All our voices matter, all our voices should be heard. The sound of America singing songs about love should be our loudest voice.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Perhaps Love

  "When we usually say 'love story' we imagine, maybe, a story about, people getting together. We're usually talking about courtship stories. This isn't a love story in that sense."  ~Kazuo Ishiguro, novelist
 
        In Ishiguro's  book the "The Buried Giant", an aging couple must try to make it to a mystical island by boat to find their son. In order  to reach this island a boatman tell them,
"Only those couples who can prove to the boatman that their love is perfect and true, without bitterness or jealousy or shame, can cross the water together, in the same boat, to the island."
    John Denver's song about love is full or puzzles and riddles:
"Perhaps love is like an ocean full of conflict, full of pain."
  In Denver's interview below, before he sings "Perhaps Love" live, he describes his own personal life and marriage that ended in divorce. His personal love story seems to be similar to the love described by Ishiguro.
    Can love always survive? Can love overcome the conflict? These questions are huge and not easy to tackle or understand. 

    Love and the memory of love are our best defenses against the torrent ocean. 
There are no guarantees that any of us will reach the island. The trip itself is what is most important. In any language the sentiments of the song seems to be its universal appeal.





Saturday, June 13, 2015

Love and the Apocalypse

 
                                                                        Tiny Apocalypse by David Byrne

   Love is the only sensible action when you are near an apocalypse. WE  must turn despair into action and love. The day doesn't really end at midnight; it ends when we can find a way to say "I love you" and try to find away to spread love into the world.
   We all live in this world. How do we help each other? How do we save each other and the planet? We first have to ask ourselves a question, can we solve the world's problems with less love or more love for each other?
     Viktor Frankl,  writer and survivor of a near apocalypse, the concentration camps of World War II, said it best in his book  Man's Search for Meaning:

“For the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth - that Love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.” 

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Rain and Paradise


                   

             Masaaki Kishibe "Rainy Window"

                          


 “After Paradise,” by Czeslaw Milosz
Don’t run anymore. Quiet. How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
Read more here
  Many people complain when there's rain. They forget that love is like a portico (covered porch) protecting us from the rain and snow.  The rain on the roof is just a soft reminder to pay attention. Czeslaw Milosz tells us to slow down and listen. If you have love in your life, then you have a precious gift.
 When you are deep in love,  you are transformed to a life without bitterness.  You create a new world, an earthly paradise. If you are "grateful and attentive" to this gift of love,  then after finding paradise,  it will remain beside you when you awake each morning. The poet Milosz reminds us that there is rain even in paradise, but it is soft and perfect. 

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Sunshine and Sunglasses

Where there is love, there is sunshine. The whole world shimmers and creatures seem brighter, warmer and iridescent. Living things grow in sunshine and love is no exception. Read Nikki Giovanni's poem (below) from her book of poems "Bicycles".




"In Migrations, one of her strongest poems, she explores those forces that drive wild creatures from one seasonal home to another."
The sun returns
To the arctic circle
From its winter rest
The grasses sprout
Seducing the winged
And the hoofed
Polar bears and their cubs
Must flee
Before the ice
Breaks up...
... unflinchingly face:
Hunger
Thirst
Predators
Winds
Rains
Uncertainties
As would I
For you

   Now that the season of sunshine is beginning, let us take out our sunglasses and open our hearts to love. You can read Nikki Giovanni's advice on how to write a love poem here.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Blackbird Song




Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
    by Wallace Stevens (excerpt)


Section VII



"O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?"


  The things in life that give us the greatest pleasure are often right in front of us.  If we recognize that fact, and respond to local beauty, there is no need to "imagine golden birds" or other mythology. Watch, Look and Listen for Love. 
Love feeds us both physically and spiritually. 
   Listen to the song of the blackbird above. When I hear it, I am no longer a thin man of Haddam. I feel like I have heard a beautiful song. Perhaps it is also serenading the women around us. At that moment, the man, the woman and the blackbird are one.


"Three Men Walking" - Alberto Giacometti 
                                     
                                        

Friday, May 15, 2015

Seeing Love



Whenever you see love, you can somersault over the hurtful obstacles of life. That  love can be for beauty, nature, a person, or a song. Love is a force or energy more powerful than anything that opposes love.
   In Milton's  Sonnet, O Nightingale, the nightingale's warble symbolizes love as a "fresh hope" for Lovers.

 

    O Nightingale

    O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
    Warbl’st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
    Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill,
    While the jolly hours lead on propitious May,
    Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
    First heard before the shallow Cuccoo’s bill
    Portend success in love; O if Jove’s will
    Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,
    Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
    Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny:
    As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late
    For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
    Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
    Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Instead of the nightingale, we have the pretty "liquid notes" of Steve Wariner to serenade us, in this most propitious month of May.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Breath





  

 

"To take someone's breath 

away" is an English idiom that means  "to overwhelm someone with beauty or grandeur; to surprise or astound someone."  Examples are "The magnificent painting took my breath away."  or  "My darling looked so beautiful that she took my breath away."   
     

Breathing is not easier when you are in love.  You can count your  breaths till you see each other again. You can get become breathless with anticipation. Still a life with love is the best way to breathe. Open the windows to love.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Heaven and Earth



The Jazz saxophonist Sonny Rollins was looking for a place to practice the saxophone when he lived in New York City in the late 1950's. It's a loud instrument for an apartment dwelling,  so he took a walk and "came to this big expanse",  a pedestrian overpass on The Williamsburg Bridge.

     He went to the bridge to practice his saxophone, playing against the sky"just about everyday for two years." He was happiest up there on the bridge walkway and could have just stayed up there forever improving his volume and his wind capacity. But Rollins said: "You can't be in heaven and on earth at the same time."
   Without a saxophone, the closest mere mortals come to that heavenly state is being in love.
  Can you hear heaven as well as feel it?
     The Bible says it sounds like this (Revelation 14:2):
  New International Version
And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder. The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps.
     Thank you Sonny Rollins for letting us hear that thunder in the song above.

Friday, April 17, 2015

So In Love





The silhouettes we make when we kiss can compete with the best sunset, don't you think?
Walt Whitman wrote in his poem Song at Sunset:
O setting sun! though the time has come, 
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration. 

Saturday, April 11, 2015

The Real Gift


Amy McNamara

“The real gift is time. Now. Each other, this night, and the wide, wide moon-silvered sea.”


― Amy McNamaraLovely, Dark and Deep

When we step into love, we enter another world.  The clocks slow down and the exact time is no longer important.
 
   If we can remember that time, you will need no clock. Everyday is a great time to step into love and every moment is precious.

     

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Seeds of Love




“Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.” 
― Robert Louis Stevenson

The seeds of love are watered with friendship, care and love. To watch love grow a little bit more and a little higher each day is difficult, but wait, keep the faith, for the harvest is going to be great.

Diego Rivera - The Sowers

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Story of My Life



Mark Twain said: "The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why."

Neil Diamond has found his reason and wrote a romantic song in response. His purpose, or his answer to life's great question:
 "Why am I here?" leaves  no doubt.  Diamond's answer and clear focus is that he is here to love another person, and only that person.
    This song is a powerful reminder that to make a difference in the life of another human being, we must put aside our own needs and desires. To truly love another person, we must be strong and willing to endure pain, separation and even death.
   It is very likely love also became a life's purpose for Mark Twain.

In 1859, a 23-year-old Missouri youth named Samuel Langhorne Clemens receives his steamboat pilot’s license. Clemens had signed on as a pilot’s apprentice, and had been commissioned to write a series of comic travel letters  He piloted his own boats for two years, until the Civil War halted steamboat traffic. During his time as a pilot, he picked up the term “Mark Twain,” a boatman’s call noting that the river was only two fathoms deep, the minimum depth for safe navigation.
 In 1870, Clemens married the daughter of a wealthy New York coal merchant and settled in Hartford, Connecticut, where he continued to write travel accounts and lecture. In 1875, his novel Tom Sawyer was published, followed by Life on the Mississippi (1883) and his masterpiece Huckleberry Finn (1885). Bad investments left Clemens bankrupt after the publication of Huckleberry Finn, but he won back his financial standing with his next three books. In 1903, he and his family moved to Italy, where his wife died. Her death left him sad and bitter, and his work, while still humorous, grew distinctly darker. He died in 1910.