Happy Valentine Daze, Cancerian! After meditating about what advice would be most valuable for your love life in the coming months, I decided on this challenge from poet William Butler Yeats: “True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.” In other words, create in your imagination a detailed picture of your loved ones at their best. Each day, make it a point to feel joy and gratitude for their most excellent beauty and power — as well as the beauty and power that are still ripening and will one day appear in full bloom.
I think this is what I always do this in the beginning. I think most of us do. It’s keeping it alive when the daily gets overwhelming that is the trick.
It’s not the first thing on my mind these days. Spring, getting a new job, my camera is breaking up and acting weird. Still stalling on projects, watching Foyle’s War a lot as the netflix come in and go out, other Brit mysteries on streaming when they aren’t here.
What I really want to do is rip out the 30 year old carpet in my bedroom (what a dust/mite/dirt magnet, yeuck) and paint the walls a lovely spring green and put up my yellow and green striped curtains from my cottage in the woods. *sigh*
What I really want to do is skip down the street singing songs (oy my knees)
What I really want to do is be Forest Grove full time… 😉
Ah well, they are the things of dreams, except perhaps the skipping down the street part. I can get there, I need to get my creaky self outside and start walking those hills again. Spring is here and it’s light until 5:30, no good excuse.
Tra la tra la.