I woke up thinking of Valentine’s Day when my kids were young. You know, the endless search a week before (sometimes the night of) for V cards, small and cute for the kids to take to their classroom.
But this morning, I thought of love letters. Specifically, what if we wrote a love letter to ourselves each Valentine’s Day?
What would mine say? How would I start?
I love you?
That’s not it. So my mind turned over what I’d write about and soon I came up with words that lent themselves to a poem:
Write yourself a love letter
Write to your heart’s delight, to its dismay
Write to the here and the past
Write to the heat and the cold
the bitter and sweet
Write to light and through the dark
Write to the grief and joy
Write to love and to hate
Write to the nothingness or
the jagged points
Write to the known and unknown, the shadows and light
Write to the truth and through the lies
Write to remember and forget
Write to the clearing beyond
Write to please yourself and inflame others
Write unwaveringly, straight to the point
Write to sing and to kill pain,
Write for release
feel the words surface, plunge deep
Write beyond sight, over the mountain, through the deserts and valleys
Write under the stars, on top of the moon, the sun seeking your face
Write with eyes closed, mind open
Write like you matter,
for you do.
Think about it.
“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”