Valentine’s Day Outlaw

Every year we take just one day to celebrate love and call it Valentine’s Day.  Singles dread it for obvious reasons and even couples dread it for having the pressure to “prove” their love.  The only ones really looking forward and benefiting from it are the businesses selling flowers, candies, jewelry and restaurants who inflate their prices.  Wouldn’t it be better to celebrate love the other 364 days if you truly love someone?



The Heartache Can Wait

The period between Thanksgiving and New Year is filled with emotions, ranging from the joys and excitement of a child in anticipation of gifts to the desperate despair of loneliness of being single.  I heard this song by Brandi Carlile for the first time…and a good reminder that “the heartache can wait” as I go to my happy place…at least mentally.

The Heartache Can Wait by Brandi Carlile (click to watch)

Pair of swans in spring

Pair of swans in spring in my back yard


Lies are easier with words than with actions.  People say things they don’t always mean, and mean things they don’t always say.

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Young children are not only adorable but also consistent with their words and behavior, as adults we think it is our job to teach but in this case they have something to teach us.

Gypsy charm

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It didn’t seem possible, but a theft has occurred

How easily she penetrated the well-guarded fortress that was even more re-inforced from a prior loss

In complete transparency without pretenses, clearly saying what she wanted

And claimed it as her own, what’s left of my protected heart.

Surprised, scared, excited, and paralyzed by her sweetness, I could not and did not resist.

Like a Siren her laugh and her smile were all it took to disarm me.

It was not love at first sight; these days, I trust my eyes less as I age more.

But her inner beauty was so clear, radiating out like the brightness of the sun;

Our first kiss released its intense heat, consuming me, bonding us as one.

It was not her gypsy charm that seduced me, but her gentle kindness that warmed my hardened soul.

A broken heart is worth very little, a wise surgeon will tell you it’s not worth patching after enough parts are in need of repair.

Perhaps that is why what little left that was taken has since been returned; it was merely borrowed, not stolen, as I now learned.

Should I be grateful and rejoice?  Actually, I deeply still miss hearing her voice.

I was just her lost little “squirrel” but she was my sun;

Even a simple text from her brightens my darkest days.

Alas, I shall fortify that wall even stronger, and hope the aching doesn’t last much longer.

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