Sunday, February 28, 2010

Crossing The Channel


Q: What is the cause of the world?

A: Love.

Q: Why do men revolt?

A: To find beauty, either in life or in death.

Q:  What is for each of us inevitable?

A: Happiness.

Q: And what is the greatest marvel?

A: Each day, death strikes, and we live as though we were immortal. This is the greatest marvel.

The Mahabhrata


My wife is the single greatest gift that the universe has bestowed upon me. Greater than eyesight, greater than intellect, greater than strength or longing or knowledge.

I cannot believe my good fortune.


Not that the universe dropped her in my lap, exactly.

I have never fought for a thing harder.


There were many times I thought, without exaggeration, that it would be the end of me to win her.


And now, each day, I taste the fruit of my sweet victory. If there be a greater boon than spending each minute of my life with her, I cannot imagine it, nor would I trade what I have with her for it, though it be some golden wish-granting machine.

I have what I have always wanted.


You think me a fool. You think that I overstate my case.

You could not be more wrong.

If I sin, it is only by not giving her her due.


I used to believe that there was a magical world, just beyond this one.

Now I know that this is the magical realm after all.


I have pledged myself to love.

I have no regrets.





Blogger Elisabeth said...

No regrets. That's true love.

This twin image is superb.

Thanks, Tearful

3:41 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Thank you, Elisabeth!

5:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

seriously, when you write about your love for your wife - and this happens every time you do - i feel hopeful about life in general. to know that at least one thing on earth is right and just as it should be - you two together - is very comforting.

thank you so much for telling the world. i love to read it. i love - really love - the way you honor her. it inspires HUGE respect in me for you.

and it makes me feel such warmth and admiration for her, which is extraordinary since i've never met her.

but your love makes her real. i wish her all good things.

both of you. all good things as often as possible.

1:16 PM  
Anonymous syncopated eyeball said...

Hello, made my way here via Nurse Myra. You are no fool. And your images are beautiful.

6:15 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Well. Yr sweet. It's crazy, but we think about you, too, and wish you all the best.

The good people of the world are few in number, and I count you among them.

I know I am right about it.

I hope it cheers you to know you have some fans on the West coast.



6:56 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Cool to see you here!

Hope you'll stick around, although I don't wear a corset every friday like some folks I could mention.



6:57 PM  
Anonymous bobbi said...

i haven't visited in too long (over a week? gasp!) and see that you are on a fabulous roll of creativity. what treasures. what treasures! thank you for them!

12:26 PM  
Anonymous syncopated eyeball said...

Ha ha! I'll be back. :)

2:47 PM  
Blogger Mim said...

George Herbert's poem:


LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:'
Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.'
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
'Who made the eyes but I?'

'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.'
'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'
'My dear, then I will serve.'
'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'
So I did sit and eat.

4:34 PM  
Blogger Maggie May said...

I find your blog very comforting right now.


7:39 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...


Thanks. Yr sweet to say. I freaking love your work, by the way. It consistently amazes me.


Wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing it here, I had not read it before.

I am glad for your company, you know.

Dear Maggie-

My heart goes out to you and your son, your family, and of course Chelsea King's family, and every one of us.

There simply are not words for it.

What you said in your comment is possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said about this blog and I won't ever forget it.

all best-


10:56 PM  

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