Summer's Lease

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest;

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 18, published 1609 by Mr William Shakespeare

Summer's lease has indeed too short a date, and this summer is no exception as we drift in to darker times and the return of existential questions and wondrous discussions on this very same spot.
But if I am excused a shameful reuse and redirecting of this poem to a, to me, second receiver - I shall use this opportunity to eternify this summer's lease and great days we had and all the fun we had together Miss W. I'll let you grow in these eternal lines and let the world know I loved you. Rejected but not yet burnt on the flame I enter autumn as the leaves turns red and you turn your back on me.

What's Family?

She's got the whole world in her hands.

What is family? Is it only blood bonds? I dare say it isn't. I have spent the last twenty years in various family constellation where my father has been the more stable of the two parents.
Something that quickly doubled my nearest family. So when my step-sister now four years ago gave birth to a little niece I haven't ever considered that as anything else than family. And baby-sitting her this weekend I don't feel any less bond to her, quite the opposite of course. A jewel! That she also managed to give us all a little nephew this spring that I godfathered and will guide in to his Christian life is of course an honor in itself and an acceptance.

The Family is dead, long live family!

To be human

I do things wrong. But I do them to learn.
I do you wrong. But I do want to do it right.
I may be wrong. But you sure feel right

Dreams

Sex and drugs, pregnancy and madness

-stuff that dreams are made of

I have for a long time slept many a dreamless night, I won't dwell in the reasons to why that has been the case. But I guess blaming too little sleep and to much electromagnetics beaming the brains is a start.
This new dreaming times surprise me in ways and come quite naturally in other ways. Of course, if I've spent the whole day wondering whether or not to send a mail to Miss A ... I will of course spend that night's dream in horizontal position with Miss B.
If I have heard that a person from my past has been pregnant, then of course the natural thing to dream of would of course be to find myself in a troublesome labour having to give birth through Caeserean section.