poetry

Write Yourself a Love Letter for Valentine’s Day

 

paper cutout
Amor Eterno by Tasha Marks and Emily Evans, Zocalo Poets

 

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?

Dear Monica,

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

 abandon self-doubt

 

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.

red rose

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”

Oscar Wilde

 

Happy Valentine’s Day ❤

Faith, poetry, Valentine's Day

Love, Cupid – Poem

Cupid's Span Sculpture in San Francisco-Flickr.com by Roshan Vyas
Cupid’s Span Sculpture in San Francisco-Flickr.com by Roshan Vyas

 

Dear Human,

I must tell you

there are not enough arrows

for those looking for Eros

and more than enough

that missed their mark

 discarded by

one or the other, or both

*

I must ration my arrows,

look for the best mark

a certifiable bullseye

for a gardener who tends to love

with hope, patience, faith

strong enough to withstand

 sorrow and grief

in a landscape of tomorrow’s

*

If I could convince you to

love and nurture yourself

pick up a discarded shaft

smooth the bend,

straighten the crack

and try once more

I would have plenty of arrows

to set in motion.

Love, Cupid

*

Have a lovely Valentine’s Day weekend with family, friends, or loved ones.

Love, Self Care, Wisdom

What’s To Come of the Brokenhearted?

broken heart buenavista images-gettyimages.com
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I viewed a lot of “hater” Valentine Day quotes, images, and jokes yesterday. And hey, that’s okay, been there, done that, too.

This made me think about the times I’ve been brokenhearted.

It sucks when your heart is broken, double sucks when it’s before the holidays, Valentine’s Day, or New Year’s Eve-all the majors.

When our hearts break, we examine and turn each chunk of our shattered heart over and over, ‘we got along so well, the dates were good, we laughed, he shared himself, I listened, don’t I get points for listening?’

We can rehash that scenario until the second coming.

What the brokenhearted needs (at least I did) is time and some action to put the pieces back together. Time to practice some self-care and self-love.

Imagine this scenario:

Light some candles and fill a basin with warm water.  Now, imagine holding a chunk of your heart safely in your hand.

View it carefully. Look at the bruises, the bumps, the splinters embedded deep into the recesses.

Soak your heart piece in the water until it plumps up and everything not of the heart floats away. The water may turn dark and murky.

Blot the little lump dry. Place it lovingly, like you would an infant, on a warm towel. Swaddle your heart and cuddle it until you feel warm inside. 

Come on, it’s not silly to care for yourself. Go ahead, wrap your fingers around your hunk and let your hands provide a cocoon to nurture your heart.

Find the other pieces, there on the floor, or under the bed, where you cried until you shook. Pick them up. 

Tomorrow you can go through the process again with the other pieces. 

When all the pieces are bathed, lift them to your chest, the left side, feel the warmth against your clothes or skin.

Take a deep breath, maybe two, and open your hands. They are empty now, having released your heart back into place.

Remember, your hands did this, your nurturing helped put together the pieces. It was your careful handling, over time, that made your heart whole again.

You did this for yourself and you aren’t holding on to broken pieces anymore.

Now you can celebrate any holiday.

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