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Does true love only come with age and wisdom ? Heath Ledger’s screen test

When I screen tested Heath Ledger for Four Feathers I said to him that I wanted him to perform the same scene two ways. One as a young man without the experience and chaos of life. In which love means all about taking. And the other as the same man, having gone through chaotic experiences in which he had to let go structure and understand that the power of love lay in giving and not taking. Heath was brilliant in that. In the same position, with the same girl and the same lines, his eyes changed, and you saw strength of wisdom flowing out of him. I knew I had found someone special.
I have been trying to get that screen test and not yet been successful, for Heath has often said that was the most grueling day he had experienced, but also the most rewarding.
The following video (not of Heath ) has been viraling on the net and if you have not seen it, please do. It will move you to tears and asks the question “does love only come from age and wisdom” ?

love and madness

How could you be in love
without being love itself ?
How could you be a devotee
without being devotion itself ?
You, that measure my madness
standing as you are
on an illusory ground of high morality
How can you know my madness
till you become mad with me ?

here and now

if the universe is infinite
wherever it is
and ‘forever’ does exist
wherever it does
then wherever you are
you are forever
whenever you are
you are here, and now
whoever you are
I cannot find
a better way
to say
I love you

True lasting love : is it devotion ?

This came in from Cinda and I found it very beautiful :
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have his stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would be able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On examining it I saw it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors and got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while as she suffers with Alzheimer’s disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now. I was surprised and asked him, “And do you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me anymore but I still know who she is.” I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm and thought,
“That is the kind of love I want in my life. True love is neither physical nor romantic.”
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be……


Love is

Whoever said that love is eternal was describing all of creation. Love embraces all existence. But when they added that ‘true love’ is eternal they allowed the wisdom of love to blow away. There is just love. Neither true nor false. We can be in denial of it. But nothing else would hold the universe together. It is what holds time and space together in a constant, beautiful and playful illusion. It always will. Love is what will forever elude scientists from being able to define our existence. For love is a never ending equation that wraps itself around all of eternity. Bounding in and out of itself and constantly evolving. And will do forever. Love is the song of the universe.
i love you
i love


a gentle touch of a finger
a leg rested gently against mine,
a kind glance of empathy
in a crowded room,
a hushed caring voice
on the other end
of a long distance call
are you ok ?,



like a jigsaw
pieces of myself scattered,
putting them together
searching for lost ones,
one piece that is missing,
that makes sense of the rest
is you


I thought I lost you
because you were you
but now I know
I lost you
because I was I

Love given, not received

While most of us lament there is not enough love around, that the world would be so much better a place if people loved each other more, I want to put out a point for discussion. That most of us actually find it much more difficult to accept love than to give it. We often do not even recognize love when it is given, and if we do, we fear it. The fear that it will be snatched away the moment we accept it. We spend our lives protecting ourselves from being loved.


searching in the spaces
between our words,
speaking words
that have meaning
only in silence