February 1st, 2011

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"I've not been very respectful of that what is love residing in self, especially in the handful of years past.  I think I'll fall in love with myself this year."   This was my thought last week while meandering the aisles of a thrift store, something to do outside my home to keep my mind busy.  A few minutes later I came across this item sitting on a disorganized shelf ~~~~

I've wanted one of these tin molds of this particular shape for double digit years on end, but would never justify the money on what was not a necessity.  I just had to smile at the timing, note what was now necessary and say Thank you ~ 

I'll be making the wonderful mousses I never have because I was waiting for that ridiculous someday that is happening every moment in time.  I'll share the results around Valentine's, for myself, for my children.  Happy-happy-joy-joy.  :)  I like falling in love with everything.    Happy upcoming Valentine's Day -- may you fall in love with everything.  

 

 

 

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love.

Rumi

 

 

"The most desired gift of love is not diamonds or roses or chocolate. It is focused attention."

- Richard Warren

"A fool in love makes no sense to me.

I only think you are a fool

If you do not love."

- anonymous quote  

"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit."

- Peter Ustinov 

"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. 

They're in each other all along."

- Rumi

 Spring by Mary Oliver

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring

down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring.

I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue

like a red fire
touching the grass
the cold water.
There is only one question:

how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else

my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its cities,

it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her –
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.