tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54526621304929045022024-03-18T10:16:15.973-07:00SummerloveMy sweetheart, partner & soulmate, Summer Lindsay Serafin, passed away on 3/18/11 after a tragic accident. She was just 31. I remember her always and everywhere. And here.Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.comBlogger941125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-13079180460465714302024-03-18T10:15:00.000-07:002024-03-18T10:15:34.401-07:00For You, Little Sweetheart, Forever<p>Words for, of and about you, my little sweetheart. Forever. Love you forever. </p><p><i><b><a href="https://bipolarexplorer.bandcamp.com/track/the-choral-text-passage" target="_blank">The Choral Text Passage</a></b></i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd00m3IOAGjFBmN-ntxiN-P31U8_pqH5ffzSPzDzp3Y6p6NBWU_10bX2fJZ6UNSLrlilvtLp0D9j9Xo2SbdBkuVcStvL2kamx2dnA7uOMitXO3O7j1Z5nc9ah2aA_Xc_hHEvozlWee1HOrsFyfVdxnhMVX4AhhzMe_uCTcBsCsP9Ol1i29Q1OC2J4wzgc/s640/little%20sweetheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd00m3IOAGjFBmN-ntxiN-P31U8_pqH5ffzSPzDzp3Y6p6NBWU_10bX2fJZ6UNSLrlilvtLp0D9j9Xo2SbdBkuVcStvL2kamx2dnA7uOMitXO3O7j1Z5nc9ah2aA_Xc_hHEvozlWee1HOrsFyfVdxnhMVX4AhhzMe_uCTcBsCsP9Ol1i29Q1OC2J4wzgc/s320/little%20sweetheart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-227195780377389052024-03-18T10:10:00.000-07:002024-03-18T10:10:11.486-07:00To The Other Half of The Sky<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nH6FFXoCaGw" width="320" youtube-src-id="nH6FFXoCaGw"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-17154076515948128452024-03-18T10:07:00.000-07:002024-03-18T10:07:38.762-07:00Thirteen<p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto">Thirteen
years, my little sweetheart. Thinking of you - the other half of my
soul - on this day and every day. And knowing in my heart that we will
be together again and forever in the blink of an eye. With all my love
forever.</span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYaJ7n7or5ES_DaFJqNiOe_qUKpSgRwgUDZzuZiqL0nXMu0-2zpxedWBhyphenhyphenWsSC_RZ2Ah7y1L0s_0lWMgWUItV69eMf_lp3IITass2nLGkjNgtQdljDTLNJ9L18tGazRzeRshvyGjIcbxfpO5KTPcWk86BgYq41l3dsqBEspPe2i2EhVZMnvsKqxG_jJg/s640/Unmade%20bedheads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYaJ7n7or5ES_DaFJqNiOe_qUKpSgRwgUDZzuZiqL0nXMu0-2zpxedWBhyphenhyphenWsSC_RZ2Ah7y1L0s_0lWMgWUItV69eMf_lp3IITass2nLGkjNgtQdljDTLNJ9L18tGazRzeRshvyGjIcbxfpO5KTPcWk86BgYq41l3dsqBEspPe2i2EhVZMnvsKqxG_jJg/s320/Unmade%20bedheads.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-76913410765705953562023-11-13T10:49:00.000-08:002023-11-13T10:49:26.856-08:00Today - Nov 13th<p> Happy Birthday, little sweetheart. I love you so very much and forever.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQ1FChWvDLBDk8HHV1H3oolei-e5FrOrNmOgh6Xn4sJC3O1b_cty4i5SW00vStazBsjSAosVpZ9kHt22snvS4nUkiHDPqsUwLYqDdnHgDJ-RRPLIU7wAFqqb46255JM5NZMy6e50yoz8kD6rEDG7sBO3CyNmZ7L7LAkSHekSQe62pdpw-IgzrT4US1J8/s2048/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQ1FChWvDLBDk8HHV1H3oolei-e5FrOrNmOgh6Xn4sJC3O1b_cty4i5SW00vStazBsjSAosVpZ9kHt22snvS4nUkiHDPqsUwLYqDdnHgDJ-RRPLIU7wAFqqb46255JM5NZMy6e50yoz8kD6rEDG7sBO3CyNmZ7L7LAkSHekSQe62pdpw-IgzrT4US1J8/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-44899766184214059772023-10-18T10:21:00.006-07:002023-10-18T10:21:54.694-07:00Yes, it is wonderful...<p>Little sweetheart, I was going through things here this morning and I came across a screenshot of a text you sent me (I have all of them!) on my old pre-iPhone phone. </p><p>Yes, it <i>is </i>wonderful! </p><p>Love you forever. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalNXvJXKRZwECyLhVngPCx0_-576hLLuP7YJhRvyz2FKmzvlHTFAZha2_3E6M8NDzyv58qTIusT0wY8rOyKFiDjcvcTS2RQ8eCGO0cpIbD3BZDYcSB8MtOmwFNujgOJSFs_9UvxwuB0QS7d1D_DBhJwlTfgnljQYT4KilOJmPpCSMlhmjYwCOYOygx5Y/s1080/Summer%20text%20-%20love%20each%20other.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalNXvJXKRZwECyLhVngPCx0_-576hLLuP7YJhRvyz2FKmzvlHTFAZha2_3E6M8NDzyv58qTIusT0wY8rOyKFiDjcvcTS2RQ8eCGO0cpIbD3BZDYcSB8MtOmwFNujgOJSFs_9UvxwuB0QS7d1D_DBhJwlTfgnljQYT4KilOJmPpCSMlhmjYwCOYOygx5Y/s320/Summer%20text%20-%20love%20each%20other.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-67051148224126166122023-10-17T20:47:00.012-07:002023-10-18T08:50:11.611-07:00Love Stories<p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">It’s
Halloween season, little sweetheart - a close second to Christmas for
you as a favorite, I think - and I’m starting to work some seasonally
appropriate films into my evening watching. </span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">Tonight I’ve got “Let The
Right One In” on and of course I’m thinking of you because we first saw
it together, renting it from Le Video and holding hands on your bed in
The Inner Sunset. </span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">I’ve always held it as a love story although almost
everyone says it’s not, pointing to the novel that <span></span>was
its source and other opinion pieces. But, like a lot of things, I came
to it with you and in the giddy throes of your saving my life with a
love that took my breath away. </span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">For me, Oskar and Eli’s story is like our
own, however impossible that may sound to anyone else. Only you could
have found me - perhaps through a thousand years of trying - and utterly
saved and changed me. And given me faith that we are forever, you are
closer than I can imagine and that I will be with you again so very
soon. </span></p><p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto">With all my love forever …</span></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-68846489417606580602023-10-13T19:32:00.009-07:002023-10-18T08:05:14.050-07:00Friday, I'm in Love<p><span style="color: black;">My dearest dear Summer - </span>oh,
little sweetheart, I love you so! Tonight I was in the middle of
something and suddenly really wanted to hear “Friday, I’m in Love” by
The Cure. You and I were standing together in the kitchen in Kris and
Joy’s flat in Kentish Town when we both heard it for the first time.
Even though it had come out almost 15 years before you and I heard it
then for the very first time and it became one of our most holy songs. </p><p>Tonight, I watched I video with the sound up loud. I’ve seen it many
many times and with you too but I cried and cried after. I’m still
crying. I miss you so very much. It’s unbelievable how much I love you
and how you absolutely shatter and put me back together again. I will
always feel this way, I know. I love you with my entire soul and can’t
wait to be with you again and forever on the other side. With all of my
love, forever.</p><p> </p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-26255718905103535742023-10-12T11:32:00.016-07:002023-10-22T11:35:54.456-07:00Eire, pt 9<p>One last picture from Ireland, little sweetheart. On one of our hikes we found a stone circle and stepped inside it. Thought to be magical and sacred, it seems a perfect place to remember - knowing that you (and we) are forever and that we will find one another again. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMDhJjUHfKY8wKyiCD8-p-xNZiZdevHDgC75yX8n6TDM3oS8CYY-abLRkjunna1KL44UFtLmFSp9V16s0u_nFHz2jHZ_jX8Tw41W0loh4VdZwpNMqlC-snB1uBQuH3xd-yUv5bXcG3ica77jC0cLTUk7SRepEZu6c1WilYzXeEKqzPxnp1jeQfXz45Is/s2048/stone%20circle%20kiss.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMDhJjUHfKY8wKyiCD8-p-xNZiZdevHDgC75yX8n6TDM3oS8CYY-abLRkjunna1KL44UFtLmFSp9V16s0u_nFHz2jHZ_jX8Tw41W0loh4VdZwpNMqlC-snB1uBQuH3xd-yUv5bXcG3ica77jC0cLTUk7SRepEZu6c1WilYzXeEKqzPxnp1jeQfXz45Is/s320/stone%20circle%20kiss.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-34469911347786839252023-10-11T09:50:00.030-07:002023-10-21T13:48:30.394-07:00Eire, pt 8<p>On our final day in Ireland, little sweetheart, we were driving south down the coast en route to Cork City, when we came across an Irish country fair. We stopped and strolled the grounds - lots of families out together enjoying the food and the fall weather, prizes being given for giant vegetables, a dog race (!) with results being announced over the PA, rows of tractors proudly on display. Just lots of fun and a totally unexpected detour. I came up underneath your big black Zorro-like sunhat and took this picture of your beaming, beautiful happy face... <br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV89bbXVDAk2ejx3L0vOo5eBst0seAorE5LEsJdXV4t0MHEpoei-JTRAfSDEBG0fmLt6hEpokY94sxQNQpn4zGds7ClEgbjT8sWUa8pV7uAsrdvh_aKTfZqp50NakSrvKwhVbBis15tJu3LA0VB1Yw4uUy-ZEdzjDlfR0wiW9P88X-7ol2_1l8GNGBki4/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV89bbXVDAk2ejx3L0vOo5eBst0seAorE5LEsJdXV4t0MHEpoei-JTRAfSDEBG0fmLt6hEpokY94sxQNQpn4zGds7ClEgbjT8sWUa8pV7uAsrdvh_aKTfZqp50NakSrvKwhVbBis15tJu3LA0VB1Yw4uUy-ZEdzjDlfR0wiW9P88X-7ol2_1l8GNGBki4/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> <br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-32895144601534647952023-10-10T09:41:00.026-07:002023-10-21T09:49:54.759-07:00Eire, pt 7<p>In the last days of our visit to Ireland, little sweetheart, we took another epic hike along the coastal path, ending with this shot of you against the sun setting over the Atlantic. </p><p>Afterward, we drove to Bantry and had the most amazing dinner at our favorite restaurant, The Snug. You, Kris & I had the place almost to ourselves (a rare occasion -at the height of the season, it's hard to get a table at all, Kris & I would usually eat at the bar) and when we came out into the gorgeous star-filled night, there was a flock of swans swimming there in Bantry Bay. Magic!<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWm9hXZD9JBoY0zQIygEMYEATsvXfpltHoKLVvtH_fRve3D9A0ZJcxlNdjFz9t3bAF4D70JfsdGqfpgJBwppJQgJzb0wm7oZk081FRmUla5Z9wWc41TM0qHY1RB6fd9pcb3lWoxF_-M-KFA-2etPLfiKwqZ8TsF5lbHMpC3vAg4X6l8Zy8R0NJnf79SYU/s2048/Sunset.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWm9hXZD9JBoY0zQIygEMYEATsvXfpltHoKLVvtH_fRve3D9A0ZJcxlNdjFz9t3bAF4D70JfsdGqfpgJBwppJQgJzb0wm7oZk081FRmUla5Z9wWc41TM0qHY1RB6fd9pcb3lWoxF_-M-KFA-2etPLfiKwqZ8TsF5lbHMpC3vAg4X6l8Zy8R0NJnf79SYU/s320/Sunset.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-og9j6ErrPrs8Vy_rr2hkUlLdXJlbiufyJwwlrdvmwBKyRyhv5roaCerPajdq4bMJm7nirQLi4fFLfUunO7EBkxTh8I4lNXAkHrL3VHh1Q6-EBnDp7F9aFy6bnDuzeGx6pssG9ORHsPd9alUKlprCcGMLz_jwS5znvWZl8LPxkuKg4Wt3mARC0Tru4U/s2048/At%20the%20Snug.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-og9j6ErrPrs8Vy_rr2hkUlLdXJlbiufyJwwlrdvmwBKyRyhv5roaCerPajdq4bMJm7nirQLi4fFLfUunO7EBkxTh8I4lNXAkHrL3VHh1Q6-EBnDp7F9aFy6bnDuzeGx6pssG9ORHsPd9alUKlprCcGMLz_jwS5znvWZl8LPxkuKg4Wt3mARC0Tru4U/s320/At%20the%20Snug.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-70770702386938351192023-10-09T09:27:00.024-07:002023-10-21T09:41:46.464-07:00Eire, pt 6<p>One day, with Kris behind the wheel of our rental car, we drove over to one of the neighboring peninsulas, The Beara, and then all the way out its very edge where a cable car takes you to Dursey Island - the westernmost point of Europe. There was a sign there that whimsically pointed the direction to Tir na nOg (which of course was also the title of the play that was the occasion of our first meeting one another). Kris took this picture there of us, little sweetheart... <br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyoUCz54cckf_xvaL1bjzFPRrExWLK8U3Tf1KRByXgg1AjH5UfPo4k6mAPkZf6nOguWuVWanCvYhRWXS_-PheqGzS1YKg2h57yhWZvQdoElgLP2ynarFA7YZ-T3loQIUB9HQGx-D5pyE6HKCKtO4I97CxNYtN-YFfRboOZAtBER8Z4LIJxEl-GOgmNAE/s2048/Ireland-109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyoUCz54cckf_xvaL1bjzFPRrExWLK8U3Tf1KRByXgg1AjH5UfPo4k6mAPkZf6nOguWuVWanCvYhRWXS_-PheqGzS1YKg2h57yhWZvQdoElgLP2ynarFA7YZ-T3loQIUB9HQGx-D5pyE6HKCKtO4I97CxNYtN-YFfRboOZAtBER8Z4LIJxEl-GOgmNAE/s320/Ireland-109.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <br /><p></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-79171861929521874782023-10-08T09:17:00.019-07:002023-10-21T09:27:02.917-07:00Eire, pt 5<p>More pictures from our trip to Ireland, little sweetheart. One day out walking together, a little Jack Russell terrier suddenly came out of the bushes to greet us. He was very friendly and instead of just following us, ran on ahead, looking over his shoulder every now and again to make sure we were still behind. He was as good as a tour guide. He wound up leading us down to the pier and that's where we took this picture together...</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vOGcEJ42DDQ9VPsloMfuIncKJXRROjKDKF_eH3faNO7GAIkNz5NRcEg_VFNYIHZuKMHl66G7QcIsQzTLAej8DnCzeDUW9pVfRw51g_mr9puamwbHbkkexJxXslxCh7pURPZd7tM3-IXx2Hy_CDjeFy77UwKG7Lie9LVvq3Dx5XmVk1TnZ-I8QMnrdic/s2048/Ireland-154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vOGcEJ42DDQ9VPsloMfuIncKJXRROjKDKF_eH3faNO7GAIkNz5NRcEg_VFNYIHZuKMHl66G7QcIsQzTLAej8DnCzeDUW9pVfRw51g_mr9puamwbHbkkexJxXslxCh7pURPZd7tM3-IXx2Hy_CDjeFy77UwKG7Lie9LVvq3Dx5XmVk1TnZ-I8QMnrdic/s320/Ireland-154.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-50354360794211059152023-10-07T09:13:00.015-07:002023-10-21T09:17:36.901-07:00Eire, pt 4<p>We always liked to take epic walks together, little sweetheart, and Ireland was a great place for us to do just that! Here's two pictures of us way out at the end of the Sheep's Head Penisula. We took the path all the way out to the lighthouse. This was taken just beyond/beneath the lighthouse itself, overlooking the ocean... <br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5fOwCZUZphssZtBEvURq2Kvq2bpeLIizk7Ih0NfCGm-ZNhblrmJh4HNrgI5zwC1-u0mXwE1Y-Umh9QF4ZsU-s1iSsycVgSjx-rHyqFlrbE6vkqarz2iDTtEo462zZ9TXhLy-A1dJrcuCjE69kPLwjBLlbZgPe1wS2LrbuP7cK9yyraVk1BF_0YhmBP4/s2048/Looking%20back.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5fOwCZUZphssZtBEvURq2Kvq2bpeLIizk7Ih0NfCGm-ZNhblrmJh4HNrgI5zwC1-u0mXwE1Y-Umh9QF4ZsU-s1iSsycVgSjx-rHyqFlrbE6vkqarz2iDTtEo462zZ9TXhLy-A1dJrcuCjE69kPLwjBLlbZgPe1wS2LrbuP7cK9yyraVk1BF_0YhmBP4/s320/Looking%20back.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNaszdVSLAufSWFh6KwS-9DCzE8YcC1nxD8FoM1XerLsKKxDKHIhSLch97g7k5Lqq5IHyNpsfrDSuyCS7x6rSh82CFbU4_Ot87yhezj6xXD2PIFI_X3QL7_jgp9K1YbGwtHLw4VjxYuFDMbyfHxU_8XI8lja0qlPIkPLOuv2pQSnDdwWZQhTcqujF3EM/s2048/Lighthouse2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNaszdVSLAufSWFh6KwS-9DCzE8YcC1nxD8FoM1XerLsKKxDKHIhSLch97g7k5Lqq5IHyNpsfrDSuyCS7x6rSh82CFbU4_Ot87yhezj6xXD2PIFI_X3QL7_jgp9K1YbGwtHLw4VjxYuFDMbyfHxU_8XI8lja0qlPIkPLOuv2pQSnDdwWZQhTcqujF3EM/s320/Lighthouse2.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-44388912556657734532023-10-06T10:30:00.012-07:002023-10-21T09:10:48.848-07:00Eire, pt 3<p>The anniversary of our week in Ireland continues, little sweetheart. Here's Kris & Joy and you with our friend, a local, Johnny. After visiting him at his house, we all walked down to the pub for pint...<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcOhviGW2t5RtGU1QMWHRbrxbrE0X9dvlNihZAkEqOiCQyA5Gu1brxQSQMRbNZb1W5Ec_wt7W9lrfS5qaQKoZU5NdKwRS0AmXUMMufxuVBKR2hERtCZ8816jgMaK2LguUiZiG5FU6ffAAZXjix55Uv4u5IWESaIK4CYu08cuSjG6U-o6RhgKQySWEcZU/s2048/At%20the%20pub.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZcOhviGW2t5RtGU1QMWHRbrxbrE0X9dvlNihZAkEqOiCQyA5Gu1brxQSQMRbNZb1W5Ec_wt7W9lrfS5qaQKoZU5NdKwRS0AmXUMMufxuVBKR2hERtCZ8816jgMaK2LguUiZiG5FU6ffAAZXjix55Uv4u5IWESaIK4CYu08cuSjG6U-o6RhgKQySWEcZU/s320/At%20the%20pub.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-16211392432376098572023-10-05T08:12:00.016-07:002023-10-21T08:16:45.998-07:00Eire, pt 2<p> More of our Ireland trip. This one in the field just behind our house in Kilcrohane...<br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRNMOyTJGF_fAsKu1NDoqCDxQlkEz_XCuMobTKiVlWlelA2WBMVnxG_yUiMdT35xEAhfi1r4ytq5bfHKVz92VG9xNhpuBsCbYUnLzsfch2fWV2MRMG9mgsnGksBXFEy8njh2Br6aNa4-Jo3etvQ8uqiwsm-q6OyM_qsmT6cK6zICvtRDL1fsxDIh6UZ0/s1459/Ireland-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="1459" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRNMOyTJGF_fAsKu1NDoqCDxQlkEz_XCuMobTKiVlWlelA2WBMVnxG_yUiMdT35xEAhfi1r4ytq5bfHKVz92VG9xNhpuBsCbYUnLzsfch2fWV2MRMG9mgsnGksBXFEy8njh2Br6aNa4-Jo3etvQ8uqiwsm-q6OyM_qsmT6cK6zICvtRDL1fsxDIh6UZ0/s320/Ireland-11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-23757079863726739742023-10-04T09:41:00.021-07:002023-10-18T09:46:08.046-07:00Eire Days (pt 1)<p>Little sweetheart, thirteen years ago this week was our trip to Ireland together! I'll post some of the pictures here over the next few days to remember, okay? </p><p>This one was taken down on Doneen Pier as we went for a walk late that first afternoon... </p><p>With all my love forever.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YrbxPcvNjZWZrOW2GC6BGTMvh_TgcblJmQl7US8XTSs65Jkem-a93D6BVy-xCzGPCuiTiHp7wbT2hH8NnaAYkWshuRTyzGSNBgT4hyczjynZ_VkOFUwJh3cKIHhPSDXNWE7ZVrmtY7nOlcv8_-V4ep1bJYxmAdqmkYc9Pl4XOfo4ZKHa8xeNC0z7BMw/s1600/Doneen%20pier.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YrbxPcvNjZWZrOW2GC6BGTMvh_TgcblJmQl7US8XTSs65Jkem-a93D6BVy-xCzGPCuiTiHp7wbT2hH8NnaAYkWshuRTyzGSNBgT4hyczjynZ_VkOFUwJh3cKIHhPSDXNWE7ZVrmtY7nOlcv8_-V4ep1bJYxmAdqmkYc9Pl4XOfo4ZKHa8xeNC0z7BMw/s320/Doneen%20pier.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-84544786614517022972023-10-03T15:33:00.035-07:002023-10-18T09:40:36.761-07:00Directions<div dir="ltr">Running errands today, little sweetheart, I had been to the post office and
had to duck into the housewares store just up the block. The sidewalk
there on W52nd Street is a bit narrow with all the delivery bicycles and store
displays. </div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">An older couple were walking very slowly in front of me, she
leading and he behind her looking at his phone. <i>“I’m trying to find it,
sweetheart”,</i> he said. Sweetheart. That is, of course, how I addressed you (and still do!) and no one
else ever. </div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">I ducked into the store, got my stuff and when I came out
they were at the corner looking up at the vacant building where my dry
cleaners used to be. </div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">The address is still printed on the awning and she
read it aloud. <i>“782”</i>. I stopped and told them that the numbers go up as
you walk north. I asked what address they were looking for. </div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">She said
<i>“764”</i>. I said, pointing, <i>“okay, so you guys want to go south. Next
block, this side of the street”.</i> She thanked me and started walking but
her husband stood there and shook my hand looking at me intently.
<i>“You’re a good guy!” </i>he said. </div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">I laughed and said, <i>“Likewise! You guys
have fun!” </i></div><div dir="ltr"> </div><div dir="ltr">Sometimes when something random like that happens and I can
help someone, I really feel like you are with me. I <i>know</i> you are. And you were today.</div><p></p><p></p><p>With all my love forever. <br /><br /></p><p> </p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-10548004975725805912023-09-25T09:21:00.048-07:002023-10-18T09:30:30.628-07:00Bad Dreams Considered<p>All dreams of you are good, in a way, little sweetheart, even the more difficult ones, because they signal your presence. Some are truly transcendent - you and I are together and all is well - others more disquieting. </p><p>What I remember upon waking this morning was simply speaking of you, telling someone that your loss was more than I could bear and that I would never recover. While that is certainly true, in way I also welcome the all-too-familiar feeling of grief because it actually brings your spirit near. It tells me that you are hovering to remind me, refocus me, get me back on track. </p><p>I'll take all of it, my little sweetheart, even the painful parts, knowing that you come with them. As long as you draw near, there's always comfort in that. </p><p>With all my love forever. <br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-12364299287854985652023-09-21T21:14:00.031-07:002023-09-25T21:18:15.995-07:00I Hear You Call to Me<div dir="ltr">A starling high above the fray, </div><div dir="ltr">Perched atop the highest
light post, </div><div dir="ltr">A sentinel, he sings so brightly I scan the horizon looking
everywhere until I find him. </div><div dir="ltr">His message, at last, is heard. </div><div dir="ltr">One only
needs to pause, give over, heed his very real and truthful call. </div><div dir="ltr">Thank
god, I do. </div><div dir="ltr">Thank god for you because I know it is you who had sent him. </div><br /><br /><br />Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-58154165674330179332023-09-06T18:17:00.013-07:002023-10-18T10:15:09.229-07:00"Table of Silence"<p>Little sweetheart, it’s been so hot today, I couldn’t bring myself to go out. I’ve been very light with using a/c this year but a couple of times when it’s been this hot, I’ve finally given over. <br /><br />I really wanted to get out for a walk at some point, though, so I waiting until dusk and then headed west and north. It was dark by the time I was heading home and I decided to walk through Lincoln Center, where I saw the most amazing event unfolding. I asked one of the security guards what was happening and he said that it was a rehearsal for a performance that was going to be staged here on Monday, which is 9/11. <br /><br />It is almost impossible to describe little sweetheart but I’ll try. All around the fountain were two or three circles of white-robed dancers - there must’ve been over a hundred of them - in simple uniform motion. Farther removed at the border of the plaza were two guys with huge kettle drums like they have in an orchestra playing in a steady almost mournful rhythm. And at another remove were a trumpeter, a saxophonist, a violinist and three women with megaphones. Much of the performance was in silence but parts of it were punctuated with sound including these musicians and the dancers themselves who sometimes take up a wordless chant. </p><p>There was a moment where they seemed to pause for a break, for some words from the director while staying in formation and I found a woman with a headset I took to be a stage manager. I asked her about the performance and she told me that it was a piece called “Table of Silence” that had been created in 2011 to observe 9/11 and that they would be performing it right here at 8am on Monday. That it was free to attend and would also be live streamed. I’m definitely going to watch that, little sweetheart and will leave a link to it right <a href="https://www.youtube.com/live/GBGVA69eg0Y?si=pZ1yF-gnOLNoaJlI" target="_blank">here</a>. <br /><br />It was absolutely mesmerizing and terribly moving. And although it’s meant to be performed in the early light of morning there was something incredibly special about seeing in at night. I’m so glad I happened by it! And to top it off, as I walked home I could see that they had lit the twin beams downtown, as they do every year around 9/11 to commemorate and remember where the towers once stood. <br /><br />Thinking of you, as ever. With all my love. <br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-39620276337225079162023-08-30T15:13:00.014-07:002023-09-19T15:17:16.370-07:00Blue Supermoon<p>Everyone’s talking about a lunar event that's happening tonight, little sweetheart. It’s the Blue Supermoon, the biggest and brightest moon of the year. </p><p>We can’t go on the roof here, anymore, little sweetheart but I’m going to try and walk up into the park where there’s less artificial light and see if I can watch the moonrise tonight. </p><p>It always, needless to say, makes me think of you and <a href="https://bipolarexplorer.bandcamp.com/track/and-at-that-hour-above-perigee-syzygy-2" target="_blank">this song of ours</a> about that very phenomenon - the perigee-syzygy. </p><p>With all my love… </p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaZQm8EA6zFTvoF8B8_r4QZL3qlapoZA_MVjq2qqxHawOUJc2Ws3F_3hQX94SQce0WE-HnlL4Z9aUDOsZq_hM9GCYWGT9YKiw4ZMdcicd9uLfFLFozu-Zy40o5-q4_Bhcg0NCyzYRQd3H_dcQagtFwpGLEvm3Y7Xu0NvSOZmtb4ObRDSPIl1Z0EHi8oQ/s2400/2400x0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1595" data-original-width="2400" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaZQm8EA6zFTvoF8B8_r4QZL3qlapoZA_MVjq2qqxHawOUJc2Ws3F_3hQX94SQce0WE-HnlL4Z9aUDOsZq_hM9GCYWGT9YKiw4ZMdcicd9uLfFLFozu-Zy40o5-q4_Bhcg0NCyzYRQd3H_dcQagtFwpGLEvm3Y7Xu0NvSOZmtb4ObRDSPIl1Z0EHi8oQ/s320/2400x0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-16206320883011404232023-08-21T15:09:00.023-07:002023-09-19T15:13:12.004-07:00A nice walk - at last...<p>It took a whole week, little sweetheart, but I’m finally feeling a bit better. I was starting to think I was going to miss the whole rest of August. I honesty love autumn and spring in New York the best season-wise, but there’s something a little sad, too, as Labor Day approaches and the glorious season that bears you very name draws to a close. </p><p>I haven’t been for a run in two weeks and running was spotty during my travels, so I fear I’ve lost a lot of my conditioning. I’ll need to sort start back up from scratch. It’s actually quire hot here now. I kinda thought we’d passed the heatwaves for the season but one more seems in store, so getting back on the running routine with temperatures in the high 90’d might not be well-advised. </p><p>Regardless of the weather, even if I don’t run, I like to take long walks - we both do, right, little sweetheart? After a week of rest I finally got out today and was surprised and delighted to see that they’re showing movies every day over at Waterline Park. They’ve got a big screen up and a schedule of triple features each day right up until Labor Day when they’re going to switch over to broadcasts of the US Open. A lot of the seasonal outdoor events are over by this time in August, so it’s nice to see this. Lots of families come out and watch. I didn’t stay long by I like the idea of just stopping by after a long walk or coming back after a run and seeing what’s on. </p><p>It would be so nice to come over here with you and watch something. With all my love… <br /> </p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-71877326250751265932023-08-14T11:26:00.010-07:002023-09-17T11:28:19.647-07:00Felled by a Cold!<p>I may have overdone it a bit, little sweetheart. </p><p>I’ve been felled by a pretty bad chest cold and wound up sleeping most of the day. I managed to rally long enough to get to D’Agostino’s and buy vegetables and a couple packages of chicken thighs so I can make my famous homemade chicken soup - like a huge pot of it! I’ll just lay low, sleep, drink lots of water and subsist on the homemade chicken soup goodness until I feel more like myself. Soon, I hope! </p><p>With all my love and a voice an octave lower than usual… Your Michael <br /><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-81327464365430823412023-08-12T15:23:00.012-07:002023-09-17T11:26:11.344-07:00A Cardinal Sighting!<p>I had my first long walk since I got back today, little sweetheart. I often walk along the route that’s also my running one - all the way west along the Hudson and up into Riverside Park - but today I decided to go through Central Park. I haven’t been there in a while - like since the classical music concert at Naumburg Bandshell in June. I usually head north and cross east around Lincoln Center, then walk up CPW to the park entrance there a little above W66th Street.<br /><br />Today, as I was going up the stairs there was a big male cardinal perched in the branches there! I stopped in my tracks and watched him. I tried to surreptitiously slip my phone out of my pocket and take a picture since I was so close to him but he got wise to that and fluttered away, returning but deeper into the bushes, unseen. It still seemed very much like a blessing, though, little sweetheart. <br /><br />It feels good to be back in NYC although I took quite an epic walk - like you and used to! - and am pretty knackered right now on top of the jetlag. Before I fade and hit the hay with an earlier than usual bedtime, I just need to prepare a birthday card for your mom and order her a cake for next week. Then, it’s off to sleep. See you in my dreams, I hope! <br /><br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5452662130492904502.post-4887192180247136682023-08-10T12:13:00.023-07:002023-08-31T12:19:43.414-07:00August Days<p>Little sweetheart, I'm returned from travels armed with writings and recordings and so many thoughts of you. </p><p>I managed to avoid the crazy heat wave that all but engulfed New York in my absence and am running around now in the relatively mild weather getting caught up on things. Including your mom's birthday which is in less than a week! </p><p>I usually like to bake her a birthday cake (just like I would do for your own!). She particularly likes a lemon cake. I can't get to California for the occasion, so I'm ordering one, a vanilla bean one, for her later today to arrive the day before. </p><p>So many thoughts of you, my little sweetheart! And all my love forever. <br /></p>Michael Louis Serafin-Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15748298901997139376noreply@blogger.com0