I have my own ambivalence about Valentine's Day, but not about love.
Here's something I wrote a couple of years ago that's still true for me:
There are thousands of ways to fall in love.
At night I open my eyes in the welcoming darkness
And listen to the snow softening all sound.
And I fall in love with being here.
In the morning I smile, grateful for hot showers,
Sweet tea, and cinnamon baked apples.
There are thousands of ways to be in love,
To listen to the song of another’s heart
To hold them with tender attention,
To forgive ourselves for all the moments we’ve missed
In our hurry to get somewhere
Not realizing there is nowhere to go,
That love is already here.
On good mornings,
mornings when I am not distracted or forgetful,
I get up and ask:
How will I make love to my life today?
~Oriah "Mountain Dreamer" House
There are thousands of ways to be in love,
To listen to the song of another’s heart
To hold them with tender attention,
To forgive ourselves for all the moments we’ve missed
In our hurry to get somewhere
Not realizing there is nowhere to go,
That love is already here.
On good mornings,
mornings when I am not distracted or forgetful,
I get up and ask:
How will I make love to my life today?
~Oriah "Mountain Dreamer" House
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