9-month-old wisdom from a dear friend. It's working.

"However aggravating [this person] may be, I think [this person] is also your teacher about learning to constrain, contain, and purify your energy of relating. You get so exhausted from giving, but you also resist a teacher who essentially says, 'Stop giving. I don't want all that.' And that's part of the reason you're in a struggle with someone whose energetic style is so different; you have a hard time learning this lesson on your own, so you unconsciously turn to someone who enforces it on you. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to ACCEPT it: accept the limits and constraints and use them to learn how to modulate your giving. You know how hard this is, because you grew up believing you could only get what you needed by giving so much. You need to learn to contain your energy so that you become more of a magnet to people (and to money, for that matter) -- drawing in energy by an invisible force of attraction, and using energy drawn to you to nourish your naturally generous nature."

The truth has no time frame.

"People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too."
-Christopher Morley, writer (1890-1957)

This is a lovely Valentine to receive...

...it certainly defuses the tone and content of my Anti-Valentine series. I am touched and mollified.

The fact that it's anonymous reminds me of the little Valentines I received from "Your Secret Admirer" in elementary school. And its poetic style reminds me of the many beautiful, heartfelt Valentines written for me by my ex. Sweet/bittersweet memories.

Maybe I'll just think about Saint Valentine today...

Anonymous said...

Hallmark doesn't make love.
It doesn't recognize beauty, nor does it understand the heart.
It is not very creative, and it invents holidays for profit.

You enthrall more than you realize.

We stand captivated from a polite distance.

My heart belongs to me.

If I could have kept the straight and narrow and not have broke your heart.

One day 'til I receive no bouquet of flowers.

But keep my Valentine; I'll keep my bleeding heart.

Two days 'til I receive no invitation to a candlelit dinner.

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands.

Three days 'til I receive no Frederick's of Hollywood crotchless panties.

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say.

Four days 'til I receive no chocolate truffles.

Stop dragging my heart around.

Five days 'til I receive no card.

as if ms. jones can see.

"...so hold on to your special friend
here, you'll need something to keep her in
now you stay inside this foolish grin
though any day your secrets end
then again
years may go by..."

The dream of my literary alter ego.

The dancing bear has a chain around his neck. He is led out into the center ring and commanded to prance in the follow spot. To bare his yellow teeth. To growl and paw at the air. To hop on one leg while he balances a beach ball on his nose, like a seal. The trainer shouts commands and grins broadly at the audience, see my dancing bear? How smart and handsome and funny he is!

Applause fills the tent, cheers rattle the rafters. Fathers point, children laugh. The bear howls.

In the dream, she doesn’t know if she is the trainer or the bear.

Cranberry birthday toes.

They still look like this after 15 days.

Thank you, Hej :)