There\u27s a Little Spark of Love Still Burning

[Verse 1] There was a fire burning in my heart, Burning for years and for years Your love and kisses gave that flame a start, I put it out with my tears; You don’t remember, I can’t forget, That old affection lives with me yet, I keep on longing, to my regret, I know I can’t forget. [Chorus] There’s a little spark of love still burning, And yearning in my heart for you, There’s a longing there for your returning, I want you! I do! So come, come to my heart again, Come, come, set that love a flame, For there’s a little spark of love still burning, and yearning for you. [Verse 2] I left you laughing I said goodbye, Laughing but nobody knew How much relief I found when I could cry, I cried my heart out for you; I’ve loved you more than you’ll ever know, Tho’ years have passed I’ve wanted you so, Bring back the old love, let new love grow, come back and whisper low. [Chorus

Letter Written by Edith Speert to Victor A. Speert Dated November 28, 1944

[Transcription begins] Tuesday, 11/28/44, 8:45 p.m. In bed in my blue p.j. that you bought me Xmas ’42—Champaigne [sic], Ill. Dearest darling, I wish I wasn’t so very realistic—I would so very much like to believe that the war will be over by Xmas! But I can’t see that point, can you? 11:30 p.m. Sanf just left. He stopped over after work so that I could tell him a little bit more about what I hear from you. Sanf is the only one that I really bother to read parts of your letters, too [sic]. In the meanwhile I washed Sanf’s hair with Vita Fluff—it amazed him to note how much less dandruff he had! Then, we wrote a letter to Burr, Patterson & Auld about his ring. Then, of course, the folks came in & we “bulled.” By the way, Sanf got a big “kick” out of the way Ukie & I & Mom are buying & wrapping gifts for each other for Xmas & he’s joining in the merriment, I believe! Honey, I still have to take a bath & be up by 7:30 tomorrow—I’m working 9-5 tomorrow—so, good-night, my love—I’ll dream of you tonight as I do every night. I love you, Edith [Transcription ends

Love of God and Unity of Wisdom in Plato and Leibniz

In what follows I wish to consider the following question, the relevance of which should be fairly obvious for a discussion on the love of God: does love flow from wisdom or wisdom flow from love? The question is at the heart of much Christian reflection on the nature of the love of God and how it is to be known

Unless the Lord Build the House

Unless the Lord Builds the House is a work of creative nonfiction about two years of my life as my chronic Lyme disease altered how I had to live and how I thought about my life . There are three major threads that I explore. The first theme is about losing my old self. There was an old Alicia and a new Alicia, and I explore my frustration at losing the old Alicia. I explore this by talking about building. I see myself as a house under renovation, and I write about my struggle to let go of my past self and everything that came with that to accept the new things being built. The second theme follows me feeling like I\u27m not enough, and being angry at myself for that. My symptoms were very neurological, and I couldn\u27t do much for a long time. Other people had to take care of me, and that made me upset because I felt like people wouldn\u27t love me. The third is what ties everything together, and that is my relationship with God. I love Jesus and see Him as the most important part of my life, so that influences this piece a lot because it alters the way I see the world. This theme focuses on being close to God. There is a story in the Bible in which Moses goes up on a mountain to meet with God, and when he comes down, his face is radiant--shiny--so I use images of gold and radiance to talk about being close to God. This experience of illness changed and deepened my relationship with Jesus, and taught me more about how much He loves me and that I don\u27t have to be perfect--I don\u27t have to be enough --because He already is. I hope that no matter your beliefs, you find encouragement in this story

Sociology is kind

Aisling Sweeney, a Sociology undergraduate at the LSE reflects on her reasons for studying Sociology. i-love-sociology I decided that I wanted to study Sociology at University about 2 months into my A-Levels. Prior to that, I hadn’t really known much about it, but pretty much immediately, I loved it. When reflecting on why I fell so hastily in love with it (when I was writing my personal statement), I guessed that it was perhaps because it took all of the aspects of History that I loved (basically, studying humans and how they’ve impacted on the wider world, and vice versa), but without any of the ‘boring’ stuff, like opposing historians’ views on the importance of the conservative faction in the downfall of Cromwell. Yawn

Whose Dispute Is It Anyway? A Philosophical and Democratic Defense of Settlement (In Some Cases)

I have often thought myself ill-suited to my chosen profession. I love to argue, but I am often too quick to say both, yes, I see your point and concede something to the other side, and to say of my own arguments, yes, but, it\u27s not that simple. In short, I have trouble with polarized argument, debate, and the adversarialism that characterizes much of our work. Where others see black and white, I often see not just the grey but the purple and red-in short, the complexity of human issues that appear before the law for resolution. In the last decade or so, a polarized debate about how disputes should be resolved has demonstrated to me once again the difficulties of simplistic and adversarial arguments

Letter Written by Katherine Trickey to Her Folks Dated December 29, 1943

Letterhead Fort Oglethorpe, Georgia [Transcription begins] Dec. 29, 1943 8.30 PM Dear Folks, Haven’t time to write much as I still have to wash some and iron 4 shirts, 2 ties, & 2 skirts! We are all busy tonight marking our big barracks bags preparatory to packing them for moving this week-end. We don’t know where we’re going but our orders are mostly in and most of us (we don’t know yet which ones) will be leaving Saturday for somewheres. We’re all excited wondering if any of us will be together, and whether we’re going to school or to work. You’d better not write again until you here (sic) from me again, which will be soon I hope. I am enclosing $10 towards my watch. I don’t think I emphasized enough how much we all liked your cookies. I got a package of Pine Tree Taffy from Miriam and a nice bill fold from Aunt Grace, and a Diary from Beverly which I shall enjoy very much. The say they are mailing our suitcases with our civilian clothes tomorrow so you may get it sometime. Let me know when you do get it & I’ll tell you whether I want it back. I can’t remember what I’ve written you so will you please ask lots of questions for me to answer. Loads & Loads of Love Kay – [Transcription ends

On love as an (im)properly political concept

Love has been theorized as a way to rebuild fractured communities, and a potential way to overcome differences on the political Left. However, might it be dangerous to invest so much potential in the power of love? In this paper, I reflect upon Michael Hardt’s work on the necessity of love for politics. Hardt emphasizes the radical and transformative potential of love, seeing it as a collective and generative force. Yet, I argue that Hardt’s reading of love, tied to a Spinozist theorization of joy, provides a limited understanding of the affective dimensions of love. Instead, I propose that we need to think about the ambivalence and incoherence of love: how love can be both joyful and painful, enduring and transient, expansive and territorial, revolutionary and conservative. That is, to consider how love, even in its seemingly most benevolent and unconditional form, can still be a source of exclusion, violence, and domination. Ultimately, I seek to challenge this fantasy of coherence and togetherness, asking if there is still space for the aspects of politics that are not joyful, that do not feel like love, that anger us, disappoint us, and that make us desire distance rather than togethernes

Round Eye at The Wall: The Power of What We Call Things

I went on a battlefield tour this weekend with Garry Adelman. It was an amazing experience, as any tour with Garry is, because he delves into how we conceptualize landscapes just as much as what happened on those landscapes 150 years ago. My mind was churning the entire time. Of anyone, both those who work for those places and those who just generally love those places, Garry (and his partner in crime Tim Smith) is tops on the list of most effective living time machines. Like always, Garry got me thinking on 15 different levels, and I\u27d wager that the next few weeks\u27 posts will all be inspired by tidbits and nuggets he mentioned at Antietam this past Sunday. [excerpt

Concluding Remarks

How do you bring a rodeo to an end? It's my assignment today to get my arms around what we heard—and, yes, that's a pun on making love—and to help you get your arms around it, too, by doing what journalists do: connecting the dots, to try to make a coherent whole out of different presentations and perspectives on love and its obstacles. Part of what I heard, however, was how difficult it is to get your arms around even one person, a mother or child, a partner or mate, much less somebody Other in the world. Love is a subject that encompasses so many different worlds of knowledge, thought, and ideas. Every time I heard the word today it seemed a hyperlink to some experience, some memory, some feeling, something I knew or needed to know more about. If it was like that for you—and I expect that it was—then what we really should do is be quiet for a few minutes to allow you to concentrate, and then let you speak from your own hearts and your own experiences of love