Today.

Day after Valentine's Day: German food, German beer, and my first time downhill skiing

Of love

This just arrived in the mail wrapped in another piece of paper that said "When I read this I thought you had written it."  L, Ann.

I feel so understood.

So in anticipation of the upcoming holiday of love....

Of Love

I have been in love more times than one, thank the Lord.  Sometimes it was lasting whether active or not.  Sometimes it was all but ephemeral, maybe only an afternoon, but not less real for that.  They stay in my mind, these bueautiful people, or anyway people beautiful to me, of which there are so many.  You, and you, and you, whom I had the fortune to meet or maybe missed.  Love, love, love, it was the core of my life, from which, of course, comes the word for the heart.  And, oh, have I mentioned that some of them were men and omse were women and some -- now carry my revelation with you -- were trees. Or places.  or music flying above the names of their makers.  Or clouds, or the sun which was the first, and the best, the most loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into my eyes, every morning.  So I imagine such love of the world -- its fervency, its shining, its innocence and hunger to give of itself -- I imagine this is how it began.

by Mary Oliver 2008