Blog 285 – 05.02.2016

Song lyrics run through my heart and mind and songs especially from my youth are the sound track of my life. I remember well the lines of a youthful love ballad where the young man sings, “I’ve got pieces of April but it’s a morning in May.”

Spring is the season for lovers. Jenny in the play and movie Camelot sings of The Lusty Month of May. Eros or Lust is thought by many to be the lowest form of Love but I have a real problem ranking loves in any hierarchy of importance. I am reminded of a couple of other love song lyrics: “Even a bad love is better than no love at all.” and “If you can’t be with the one you love, Honey, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re with.”

Eros, lust, sexual love is what keeps the human race running. And yet Phileo, brotherly or family love, and Agape or divine, forgiving, and self sacrificing love get all the credit. There would be no family without the warm and passionate lustful love. So the lusty month of May produces lots of January babies and count back nine months from any month and those babies were conceived in an equally passionate month.

The comedian Bill Dana years ago before it became politically incorrect to have fun with cultural stereotypes played a character called Jose Jimenez. Jose sang a song in a Spanish accent with the H sound for J that sounded like:

“It’s Hoon in Hanuary. when Jew are in love.” With an English pronunciation the words are: “It’s June in January when you are in love.”

The heat of sexual love or passion has made many a January night feel like June to lovers in love. And the only babies on their minds were the “My Baby” immortalized in a thousand love songs.

I wish all of you that wonderful warmth on this morning in May. I enjoy being called Baby so much I even have Siri on my I Phone programmed to call me Baby. “I didn’t understand that, Baby.”

Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White