One of my favorite artist’s sites is Gwarlingo by Michelle Aldridge. She recently created a post on Ansel Adams and used a letter he wrote one of his closest friends as an opportunity to ponder the nature of love. I have taken the liberty of copying the letter that inspired Michelle to share with you. Please take the time to discover her site. By the way, the Welsh word, Gwarlingo, can be translated to mean “the movement before the moment.” I hope you are as moved by her work as I am.
June 19, 1937
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome, and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me; things that related to those who are loved and those who are real friends.
This essay originally appeared on Blogher. I repost it every year on Valentines Day to honor the slowest of growths, love.
They’ve finally taken down the Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa decorations. They’ve worked their way through the January sales. What’s left to drive us to the cash registers between now and the President’s weekend rush? Valentines Day, of course! The shop windows are already filled with faux red roses, oversized pink hearts, and floating white cupids that look remarkably like my little nephew. This all wouldn’t be a problem but for the guilt and anxiety it creates in most of the marriages I know – the pressure to be romantic and swoon with unadulterated passion can be just too much to bear, particularly for those of us into our third decade of wedded bliss. Continue reading