Smiling: The Book of Love


For example, the story of Bob Dylan coming to the festival and not playing.

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Help support this book so people understand why so many call this festival Home. Over 30, people come to the festival each year. Yet, there has never been a book about the history of the festival or ways of showing off the amazing photographs by the talented photographers who have captured the visual history of the festival for over five decades. Three of these photographers, Eric Ring, Jayne Toohey, and John Lupton came together and decided to put together a coffee table book that celebrated the stories and the photos that make this festival loved by thousands.

Dozens of photographers donated their images for this project and we have photos from the very first festival in up to modern times. The book will be a great addition to your coffee table or bookshelf and will show family and friends why this festival is such an important part of your life. Broad male shoulders glistening with water.

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The smell of chlorine. This could be my ticket to an alternate life, Sofia, a way to become one of the insiders. I walked up to the counter, overly aware that Neil was behind me now. Was my back sweaty? Was my T-shirt sticking to me? Could he see my cringesome ratty beige bra through it? Curse you, eighty-degree summer days, when I have to walk everywhere and live in a house with no AC.

I casually loosened my braid so my hair could cover what my T-shirt might not. Then I tossed a strand over my shoulder and hazarded a look at his table. I deflated a little. I was that overlookable? None of them had noticed me, either.

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I deflated even more, until I was about half my original size. He sat at a table with his best friends, Skid white, short, and wiry and Aaron the only black and openly gay person in our class; seriously, diversity, PPC. His name badge read STAN. He barely looked at it before handing it back.

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It says June first is the last day to claim this. It says June first at five p. He was denying me for a lousy twenty-four minutes. He leaned toward me. His mustache quivered indignantly, almost independent of his face. I said, um, thanks, Sta-an. I looked at the menu and sighed. It was almost five dollars for the coffee, which was my lunch allowance for the week.

In that instant, I was kind of glad about my invisibility powers. In my hurry to escape, I almost smacked face-first into a muscled chest. My brain registered more details, like the red skull on the black T-shirt. I could buy you that coffee? Was that supposed to make sense? You definitely need an iced coffee.

It all had a very rehearsed vibe. I opened my mouth to a tell him eighty degrees and a light breeze hardly qualified as a heat wave and b point out that he was edging dangerously close to the napkin holder. Sadly, I was too late delivering point b. Sahil sent it flying to the floor, and the napkins went everywhere. He stared at the mess for a minute in silence. And then we both ducked down to clean up the mess, knocking heads of course; how else would two groundlings clean up a mess?

I smiled at Sahil.

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His eyes were locked on mine and everything. But then he got closer and I saw he was looking at his brother, Sahil. And then Neil Roy winked at me. And I responded by gawking at him. What should I say? Something cool and casual and maybe even a little bit funny? Explore the entire Star Trek book collection, apps and more.

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Get relationship help, parenting advice, healthy recipes, and tips for living a happy life from our author experts. Get access to the best in romance: See More New Releases. I am not exaggerating. Their story matched so many others. Names and locales differed, but the basics remained the same. She had an affair. He retaliated with an affair of his own. Hers was brief, accompanied by intense guilt and a strong desire to restore her marriage. It evolved from a vengeful fling to an intense craving to be with his new paramour for the rest of his life. When he finally gave me a rest, I spoke the words with a quiet confidence born of experience with thousands of couples.

I told him about the LovePath. How it works for people who are single or married.

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Why it can change the course of lives, even when that seems impossible. I concluded by asking him to use his influence to get his friends to come to a Marriage Helper weekend workshop, sessions geared specifically for couples in crisis. I promised him that I would make a personal appearance to present the section on the LovePath and to meet his friends.

I told him that it made no difference if they wanted to save the marriage or not; if they attended the workshop, we still had a 75 percent chance of saving the marriage, even if one or both wanted the marriage over. Just get them there. In that weekend, the husband began to understand love as he never had before.

He gained insight into himself and where his current path was taking him. He discovered a different path altogether, and for the first time in years had a glimpse of what true love could be.

We will love each other more every day as long as we live. Because he lived near me, I agreed to meet with him weekly as he worked through understanding himself, his emotions, and his future. Slowly, he started on the LovePath, but with his wife now rather than with the other woman.

His wife focused on the LovePath as well, doing what we taught to make love grow. How did it turn out? If you ever see the ninety-minute DVD made to accompany this book, you will meet them on your TV screen. Not only did they follow the LovePath to fall deeply in love with each other, he now volunteers to help other couples do the same. They will be in love forever. Sometimes I help singles learn the path of love so that they can find and savor the love of their dreams.

I help couples who crave more in their marriages to fall in love more deeply. I show the lonely, alienated, or hurt how to fall in love all over again when they have misplaced their love and cannot find it anymore. I will show you how to have the love you want. No, there is nothing magic or special about me. As with most of us, I have learned through personal experiences—both good and bad—but I have also learned from social and medical science, which I study constantly.

Most important, I have learned from working with tens of thousands of couples and guiding them successfully through a process that creates, deepens, or restores love. This process is the LovePath. However, most of the answers, regardless of their complexity, would ultimately have something to do with that simplest of words, the idea that launched ten thousand pop songs and old movies, and the quest that every world religion ultimately embraces: As human beings, we have needs that scientists can explain and quantify: We need a breath of oxygen every couple of seconds.

We need water every few hours. We need food every day, and we need shelter every night. These are the simple physical requirements of survival. However, we need love and acceptance, too. Once those more basic survival needs are taken care of, we spend most of our lives searching to fulfill the great desire that satisfies the soul—the experience of love.

Of course, there is bad love. I imagine you could tell some stories about your own experiences with this. If bad love could be cashed in at the bank, we would all be very wealthy. However, true love is another thing entirely. None of us wants to compromise on the quality of love that we get out of life. We want love that overpowers, that sweeps us off our feet. So how do we get our hands on it?

Some people believe there is no such thing. They say that as long as people themselves cannot be true, there can be no true love. Sure, most of these cynics have fallen head-over-heels in love, just like everyone else. But as often as not, after love fails, people decide that maybe it was all an illusion, a hormonal hiccup, a biological itch that had to be scratched.

A passing fancy after some fancy passes. Love comes, the skeptics say, and then it goes. It is a viral infection of passion that we catch for a while only to lose. This thing called love, they claim, is no more within our control than an asteroid plummeting from outer space to flatten us on the sidewalk. The little winged fellow flew out from behind a bush one day and fired a couple arrows your way, like in the cartoons. The trouble, according to this myth, is that the narcotic on the tip of those arrows is temporary. Ask some of the Hollywood stars who are regulars in the gossip columns; the narcotic on some of their arrows apparently lasts no more than two or three weeks.

So there are those who say true love does not exist, and those who say true love does not endure. Just when we think love has gone completely out of style, we run into some stubborn instance of a sincere, genuine, and powerful love. Have you ever seen an elderly couple like that? Say, two octogenarians as fully devoted to each other as they were half a century ago? These two do not just tolerate each other but absolutely dote upon each other. No, I am not talking about the gentleness and politeness common to many seniors.

A passion that keeps the life and light shining in their eyes even in their declining years. But real love is not confined to some past generation. There are couples out there who enjoy a fabulous and fulfilling love relationship every day. Do they ever bicker? Do they act like love-struck teenagers who are obsessed with each other?

Nope, we are not talking about hearts-and-flowers stuff, but mature, fully developed love that makes better human beings out of everyone who finds it. Interested in learning about that kind of love, and the path to find it? I had a life history that raised serious questions in my mind and spirit.

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I could see my life as a twisting path from childhood to adolescence to adulthood. I wondered how I fell in love, how I fell out of it, and if I could ever fall in love again. As a young man, my path intersected with that of another human being, Alice, who eventually became my wonderful wife. She was heading somewhere in life, based on her identity, her needs, and her goals.

I was heading somewhere else, based on my own. We felt a mutual attraction, which is the first stage of the romantic experience.

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I bought into everything about Alice that I experienced with her—her identity, her needs, and her goals as I understood them. Pay close attention to that last phrase; in time we will have much more to say about it. Alice bought into the totality of what she encountered in Joe Beam. What we experienced is the event of mutual acceptance. Then, after connecting in such a fulfilling way, the emotional narcotic kicked in.

There were joy, excitement, and that thrill that comes like a great wave and washes two people toward the impulse to become life partners. Why was love so wonderful to find, yet so hard to maintain? All of these stages are standard. I could be telling the story of millions of people.

But then comes the intersection of another factor: The passage of time changes nearly everything in its path. With the passage of time, my passion began to waver. What, I wondered, happened to me? Why had the road in my journey grown so difficult? I loved loving Alice; she loved loving me.