Friday, February 15, 2008

"...that’s wonderful. now go out and love some more!"

that line is from one of the best freakin' movies eva: harold and maude. circa 1971. don't ask. just go rent it. another sweet piece of sass for the twisted lovers out there: pumpkin. again, don't ask. just go rent it.

anyhoo, today is valentines day! at first i thought that having joined the ranks of the broken-hearted (wait, i feel like i've joined a club...where's my complimentary 100 greatest country breakup songs cd dammit??), i should be all "woe is me...booo on valentines...", and for a minute, i pondered...but eh, no. i'm a lover. and one thing you should def know this about me...all i want to DO is spread the love!

look, we all know it can, and often does, suck to not have a "special someone" during the cash-cow, "dolla dolla bill yo!", season of chocolates and flowers (and chocolate covered flowers?), especially if you've had a pretty amazingly special someone there in the past, BUT, valentines is a day to celebrate ALL things LOVEly. so just because i won't be celebratin' cheesy romantic love goodness with anyone in particular, i WILL be celebratin' my ooey-gooey "come and give me a big hug right now" love sweetness for you! please and thank you.


i hope you have a day filled with all things beautiful! i am so thankful for all of the wonderful people that reside in my heart and i am extra thankful for being a part of your life in whatever form that relationship takes...

peace and blessings / love and light

ps: here are a few of my favorite poems about that little thing

i carry your heart by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) i am never without it(anywhere i go, you go my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling

i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

song of the open road by walk whitman

...camerado, I give you my hand!

i give you my love more precious than money,

i give you myself before preaching or law;

will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?

shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

love sonnet XVII by pablo neruda

i love you with knowing how, or when, or from where

i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride

so i love you because i know no other way

than this: where i does not exist, nor you

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand

so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.

khalil gibran on love

when love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
and when his wings enfold you yield to him,
though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
and when he speaks to you believe in him,
though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

for even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
he threshes you to make you naked.
he sifts you to free you from your husks.
he grinds you to whiteness.
he kneads you until you are pliant;
and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

all these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of life's heart.

but if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
for love is sufficient unto love.

when you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "i am in the heart of God."
nd think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
to know the pain of too much tenderness.
to be wounded by your own understanding of love;
and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
to rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with gratitude;
and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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