This writer’s mind is meandering this morning, wandering through all the love pitstops, to those who’ve won a piece of my heart; surely, like yours, stolen and stomped on enough times to earn me some wisdom.
You won’t find any here on this lonely hearts club day for many. Plunging headlong with abandon is the only way I know how.
I’m with Rumi.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.
Have no one to share your bed?
Sprinkle something spectacular at the doorstep of friends and neighbours in your community. Children know already that having one Valentine is never as much fun as a stuffed shoebox of notes from a posse of pals, or sugar cookies with an abundance of sprinkles.
Today also marks the start of an international week of random acts of kindness. Here’s an ambassador who walks the walk.
Those who celebrated Galentine’s Day yesterday interpret the holiday as girlfriend power, as dreamed up by Amy Poehler’s character from TV’s Parks and Recreation.
My Valentine, known around here for such grand romantic gestures as mopping the floors after a bash (yes, I hate housework. I’m no fool to have found a man who loves it), is a guy who loves razzmatazz as much as me. For him, I pull out a little Mary Oliver.
I did think, let’s go about this slowly.
This is important. This should take
some really deep thought. We should take
small thoughtful steps.
But, bless us, we didn’t.
My current favourite list of the do’s and don’ts of falling in love.
Prefer to listen then read? The wonderful NY Times Modern Love column is now a podcast.
Still looking for a way to deliver romance? Perhaps you can only dream of sending a box of these very sexy paper roses, created in Paris by Kazumi Duncan.
I’m sticking with a classic.
A bite of this velvet truffle tart will deliver a giddy high only subscribers to my buzz sheet know about. Want the recipe to make for your Valentine? Sign up here.
What are you going to do to fill your romantic plate?