Blow O wind to where my loved one is. Touch him and come touch me soon. I'll feel his gentle touch through you and meet his beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can live by them alone: that he and I breathe the same air and that the Earth we tread is one.

Managing is like holding a dove in your hand. Squeeze too hard and you kill it, not hard enough and it flies away. ~ Tommy Lasorda