<br><b>A continual dialogue on life with my friends who died on 9/11, a few new ones I've made along the way and those who visit here.</b>http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/en-us2010-10-09T00:12:08-05:00en-ushttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243422.phpMichele2007-10-12T02:30:01-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243422.phpI long for you In stillness of night Dreaming your arms Are holding me tight. I whisper softly And call your name It's your voice I hear Again and again. My heart is full Yet empty too Because I long And want just you. ~ ME I"ll be away this weekend, going to the mountains to see the colors of God. Comments are closed while I revel in memories of a most beautiful phone call....Lovehttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243601.phpMichele2007-10-13T16:50:16-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243601.phpBetween me and the world you are a calendar, a compass. A ray of light that slips through the gloom. You are a biographical sketch, a bookmark, a preface that comes at the end. Between me and the world you are a gauze curtain, a mist. A lamp shining into my dreams. You are a bamboo flute, a song without words, a closed eyelid carved in stone. by Bei Dao as translated by Bonnie McDougall...Poetryhttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/242580.phpMichele2007-10-14T11:27:39-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/242580.phpThere�s something unbelievably sexy when someone you like a lot leaves a voice mail message in a slow, deliberate manner, in a tone just above a whisper and says: �I called just to let you know I was thinking of you.� [Sigh!!!] After listening to his message a few times, which gave me enough time to regain my breath, I was finally able to subdue my endless grin and bring it down to a reasonably normal smile. When my head finally got off it�s �giddy� Merry-go-round, this great song came to mind. Someday, I�ll let him know the effect his...Videoshttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243472.phpMichele2007-10-15T00:07:10-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243472.php Comments are still closed. May you all have a wonderful week!...Videoshttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243632.phpMichele2007-10-15T23:28:01-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243632.phpI got home from a busy, fun weekend (of hikes, apple picking, and taking my son to his first county fair) to find lots of wonderful emails in my inbox. That's a first for me! The sentiments ran the gamut and since I am pressed for time I will post a quick response here with individual emails to follow. A few of you wrote asking for lots of interesting details on how my romance is going. Sorry folks, but I don't like to kiss-N-tell. Several more wrote urging me to be careful and proceed cautiously. I am nothing if not...Blogginghttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243197.phpMichele2007-10-17T00:26:09-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243197.phpI want you when the shades of eve are falling And purple shadows drift across the land, When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling - I want the soothing softness of your hand. I want you when the stars shine up above me, And Heanven's flooded with the bright moonlight I want you with your arms and lips to love me Throughout the wonder watches of the night. I want you when in dreams I still remember The ling'ring of your kiss - for old times sake - With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender, I want you...Poetryhttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243420.phpMichele2007-10-17T22:12:44-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243420.phpLove I love you Not only for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for what You are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can't help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find...Lovehttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243796.phpMichele2007-10-18T12:27:56-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243796.phpYou would think that an urbane chick like me could handle anything life throws her way. I usually can, that�s why I have the job I do. But when it comes to SOME men, like my sexy, wonderful �Secret Agent Man� (SAM for short), I can be rather clueless. I discovered that last night quite by accident. At the end of a most wonderful phone conversation he finally said to me: So how soon can I hear from you again?" Ms. Sophisticated Urbane Chic (me) answered "Uhhhhhhm, I don't know." Why did I say such a stupid thing? �Cause I...Lovehttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243934.phpMichele2007-10-19T01:56:41-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/243934.phpSpending time with my son lately has been pure joy. He�s been having issues with his teacher and 2 classmates, which I have to go in and address tomorrow. To ensure his spirit remains nurtured, while enduring his personal challenges, I�ve rearranged my schedule to spend even more time with him. As a result, he�s made me laugh each day with something creatively funny he�s said. Below is a sampling: [Scene: Picking him up at the gym from after-school program my son sees me, gets all excited starts running towards me.] Son: Mom� mom, you gotta let me go to...mom-son bondinghttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/244046.phpMichele2007-10-19T17:21:20-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/244046.phpIt�s not been a good week for me. Today things got a great deal worse when members of my firm became aware of my blog. Since it�s against corporate policy to have blog, I was asked to shut it down immediately. Though I tried to negotiate a proper burial I was unsuccessful. The final decision was given to me just moments ago and I only have a few minutes to do close up shop and hand over the keys. As a result, I don't have much time to say a proper goodbye. Know that I will miss you all as...Blogginghttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/273363.phpMichele2008-09-11T10:17:48-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/273363.phpThere Will Be No Peace ~ by W. H. Auden ~ Though mild clear weather Smile again on the shire of your esteem And its colours come back, the storm has changed you: You will not forget, ever, The darkness blotting out hope, the gale Prophesying your downfall. You must live with your knowledge. Way back, beyond, outside of you are others, In moonless absences you never heard of, Who have certainly heard of you, Beings of unknown number and gender: And they do not like you. What have you done to them? Nothing? Nothing is not an answer: You...9-11http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/242597.phpMichele2009-03-01T00:12:08-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/242597.phpRe�u votre message, mais son trop retard pour appeler. Voici, un cadeau de mon coeur. Je traduirai le texte portugais personnellement quand nous nous voyons....Musichttp://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/306710.phpMichele2010-10-07T16:07:05-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/306710.phpFor several years now my most popular posts have been the letters, postcards and poem I've written or received and that I have been published on this blog. In fact, the highest ranking posts, have been the love letters I've written on behalf of friends to woo their loved ones. Those were the posts I also enjoyed writing the most. For those of you who have come here in search of those letters, I'll be posting a few more in the weeks to come. In the meantime, I'll post some links on the next page where you can go for...http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/306707.phpMichele2010-10-08T15:24:20-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/306707.php Looking For Your Face by Rumi From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today, I have seen it. Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for. Today I have found you and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they were not looking as I did. I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes. My heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for this wondrous beauty...http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/283612.phpMichele2010-10-09T00:12:08-05:00http://lettersfromnyc.mu.nu/archives/283612.php Poems by Rumi; Translated by Deepak Chopra; Reading by Chopra & Madonna ~ My Burning Heart ~ My heart is burning with love All can see this flame My heart is pulsing with passion like waves on an ocean My friends have become strangers and I�m surrounded by enemies But I�m free as the wind no longer hurt by those who reproach me I�m at home wherever I am And in the room of lovers I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances Behind the veils intoxicated with love I too dance the rhythm of this moving...Poetry