February 14, 2011
One of the most thought-provoking moments of my college career was when my Anthropology professor hit us with the notion that we are all taught to love. That love is learned. Like walking, talking, learning to tie your shoes, or algebra. I think of that every so often, especially when love confounds me.
What is very clear is the love I have for the items below:
The commercial that defined my childhood vision of a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Which probably explains a LOT.
Love and only love will endure. -Neil Young
Just finished reading Patti Smith’s Just Kids. It was so good that I simply opened it back up to the first page to begin reading again.
My niece, Callie, and me in 2001.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table. – Billy Collins, Litany
9 or so minutes in Passaic, New Jersey, 1978.
All Will Be Well. Because it will.
The hardest battles of all within ourselves. Thanks, Katie.
Annie Dillard. Her memoir, An American Childhood, is one of my long-time creative wells.
“Home” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes, because it makes me think of the world’s best Valentine, my Dad, who never let a Valentine’s Day pass without giving me the gift of chocolate. Oh, and unconditional love. Thanks, Dad!
Now, go throw your arms around the neck of someone you love. As in a hug. Or a good-natured headlock. Your choice. Happy Valentine’s Day!