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Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts

Friday, February 14, 2025

Snow Moon, Valentines, and Booths

22°f, -5.5°C, clear. Light snow in the evening has disappeared. Yesterday was cloudy, light rain, with temps falling from 41 in the morning to 32 by 5pm. 

Happy Valentine's Day to all who celebrate! And if you don't, there are apparently many other ways to mark the day. From the National Days of the Year site:

Start your day by donating gently-used books to a local library or school to celebrate literacy. Then, treat yourself to a cream-filled chocolate while reading a book to honor International Book Giving Day and National Cream-Filled Chocolates Day. Consider attending a sound healing session or simply take a moment to listen to soothing music on World Sound Healing Day. Show your love for animals by volunteering at a local animal shelter on Pet Theft Awareness Day. Afterwards, have a heart-to-heart with a friend or family member on Have a Heart Day. Take a stroll through a park with your furry friend to celebrate National No One Eats Alone Day and League of Women Voters Day. Indulge in a Ferris wheel ride to commemorate National Ferris Wheel Day. Spend quality time reading with a child to honor Read to Your Child Day and National Library Lover’s Day.

Some of these actually sound more interesting than hearts and chocolate!

Anyway, we finally had some clearing of the cloud cover last night, and the moon was riding high. Just beautiful outside, even if cold. I tried as usual with not much success to get pictures, and these are the best I could do.




Well,  I tried.

Yesterday we had to go out for dog food, so we did our booth work too, as I try to keep trips to town to a minimum. It was an easy day; we didn't have a great deal to do, but I did manage to empty 4 totes, adding new smalls to each location. 

Instead of Valentine's Day hearts and such, I did a few displays featuring pink.


Oh, and red and lavender too.

These are called swung vases, which refers to the way the glass is shaped to make these vases. I somehow ended up with a collection of them, so downsized my personal collection and put these in the booth a while back.


Another swung vase that brings a surprisingly high price. This color is highly prized by those into midcentury decoration.


And here is the shelf I finished up the other day. The chest of drawers behind it sold yesterday.


I added two boudoir lamps to the dressing table yesterday. The shades are what's called "new old stock", or NOS. They were made in the 60s but were still in their original packaging.


Old telephone make a cool addition to decor.


These valentines are new reproduction of old vintage ones. I have sold many this year. The dresser set below the valentines is from the 1930s, and made of celluloid. 



Ink wells and vintage desk items, most from a recent auction.


Time to make breakfast! French toast today, I think. Then back to painting furniture and maybe do some ebay listings. We shall see!

From John's blog: April 19, 2011

The Pictures on My Wall: just one of his photos in this post, the bluebell woods.


Stay well, friends.



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Sunday, February 14, 2021

Covid Journal, Day 332: Valentine's Day

28 and still icy; yesterday's fog froze overnight on vehicles and added a little more ice to everything. Cloudy all day, with a winter storm warning for tonight.

Happy Valentine's Day, dear readers. It's certainly a different one, isn't it? We are so icy and snowy that I wonder if anyone actually ventured out to celebrate last night. I was really hoping they didn't because I am sure the roads were treacherous. Better to stay home and enjoy the holiday in safety. Which, for a change, isn't about the Covid virus but about the weather. 

We spent the day quietly, but busy. Larry got the blade put on the tractor in case we get deeper snow--I thought he'd already done this for some reason, but he'd taken it off to pull in some fallen trees to cut up for the fireplace. He also started the truck, which hasn't been started for over a week, and warmed it up, and checked over the generator and ran it for a bit, putting in fresh gas so it's ready to go if needed. We only use it for the freezer or refrigerator, if needed. Although if the weather gets cold enough, they'll both be fine-we'll take everything out of the fridge and store it outside where it will keep very well if the power does go off. The forecast is still unpredictable, so we're prepared for whatever comes.

I did the usual housework, and made a chocolate cake, as promised, with raspberry filling and cream cheese icing. 




I may end up freezing half of it--I wonder, does cake freeze? It's doubtful we'll be able to eat all of it. But it was fun to make, and it's been a long time since I have made a cake. Cookies are better, for just two people, really.




Our neighbor has been trout-fishing today at one of those pay-to-fish places, and gave us about 20 trout, so that's the next thing we have to tackle. Not exactly what I had in mind for Valentine's Day, but no one in the right mind would turn down trout. So I'd best be off here and go help Larry get them done. 



But if you have time, you may want to have a read through this post I wrote a few years ago, all about the legends and lore of Valentine's Day. 


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Monday, February 12, 2018

Valentine's Day Superstitions and Folklore


Love has many convolutions, doesn't it? And as if the whole process of falling in love and romancing isn't fraught enough with difficulties, there are also many superstitions about it! Some try to be helpful, others give warning. 



This first one is kind of sweet, though. Some may believe that birds have nothing to do with romance, but in fact, legend has it that if a woman spots a winged creature on February 14, the type of bird she sees will predict the type of man she will marry. For example, StValentinesDay.org reports that those who notice a bluebird within their vicinity are likely to marry with a happy man while women who see a robin will get engaged to a preacher. Just don’t go looking for owls, which supposedly indicate the viewer will remain single. Audubon's website says that you can expect the following for each of these birds:

Goldfinch-riches
Blackbirds-kindness
Nuthatches--Knowledge
Raptor: leader, powerful person
Bluebird: Comedian
Duck: stable, homey person
Sparrow: farmer
Canary: doctor
Turkey: environmental activist
Swan: writer or dancer




According to the Chinese, you can guarantee yourself a long life by eating a whole strand of noodles without breaking or cutting it. Cabbage also promises luck and fortune, and pomegranates bring fertility and abundance. 




We talk of birds and bees in relation to romance, but flowers have always played a large role in courtship. You can make whole bouquets to tell the story of your love if you're tongue-tied. Red flowers mean passion and romance, white flowers are for purity, pink for sweetness, and yellow symbolizes friendship. Naughty orange represents desire.There is a little book on the meaning of flowers that lists hundreds of blooms and their meanings.





In older days people believed that a single woman would marry the first single man she sees on Valentines Day. And count yourself lucky if you wake up to a kiss on Valentine's Day! Well, actually it would make a person feel lucky on any day, wouldn't it?


The apple didn't only have a role in the story of Adam and Eve. It also features in some love superstitions. Like if a young girl wonders how many children she might have, she could cut an apple open and count the seeds. 




And if a girl or boy thinks of several people who might be a good match for them they can recite those names while twisting an apple's stem. The name being chanted when the stem breaks is the lucky one. 

Another Valentine's Day activity that seems to have been part of several cultures was to match people up for the day by drawing lots, or by pulling names from a hat. That would be your sweetheart for the day. (I wonder how often this resulted in actual matches?) Some people think this was the beginning of the cards we send on Valentine's Day.

A few more great superstitions:

If you see a squirrel on Valentine's Day, you will marry a cheapskate who will hoard all your money.

If a man gives a girl a gift of clothing on Valentine's Day and she keeps it, then she has accepted is proposal of marriage. 

Find a glove on Valentine's Day and your true love will have the other glove.

In Wales, wooden love spoons would be carved and given as gifts. Favored decorations for the spoons were hearts, keys and keyholes...the decorations meaning "You unlock my heart!" I have one of these that we brought back from Wales.

The website Noverinna offers the following about this holiday, along with lots of other lore and history:

"In Great Britain during the 1700s, one very popular custom on the Eve of Valentine's Day, was for ladies to pin five bay leaves sprinkled with rose water to their pillows...one leaf pinnned to the center and one to each corner. Eggs with salt replacing the removed yokes were then consumed before retiring for the evening. Before going to sleep, the lady would recite the following little prayer: "Good valentine, be kind to me; In dreams, let me my true love see." If this charm worked, then the lady would see her future husband in her dreams.
 In Great Britain, a woman would write the names of their sweethearts on small scraps of paper which would be placed on clay balls. The balls were dropped into water with the belief that whichever scrap of paper surfaced first would be the name of the man destined to be the future husband."

Let's close with this classic poem for the day, by e.e. cummings:


i carry your heart with me (i carry it in)
e. e. cummings 1952

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Happy Valentine's Day!



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Thursday, February 16, 2017

How Did You Meet Your Love?

I had so many ideas for Valentine's Day, that I nearly forgot this one!

I asked my Facebook friends how they met their mate, and the answers are funny, sweet, surprising, and above all they restore faith in the notion that love can truly last and grow stronger. Here, in no particular order, are the responses to my question. My questions and comments are in italics.

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Elizabeth: Michael and I met at a science fiction convention in Florida.  :)
Details? Sounds interesting!
 I had been closing the estates of both my mother and grandfather for almost a year. I promised myself a treat if I got to a certain point by May. In May there was a convention in Orlando. I flew down Friday and went to the absolute lamest pre-con party. I went to get a second glass of wine and there he was standing against the wall with a shirt that said "Tromeo or Juliet" I said, "I'll bite what it that supposed to mean." We talked until the party ended. The next day he asked be to go to the big science fiction store, but I was stuck volunteering on door patrol for the dealer room. Later that afternoon I saw him at a panel discussion the end of a row. I literally carried a chair over, so I could sit next to him. Later he wooed me by bringing me margaritas while I stood in the world's longest autograph line. That night he kissed me by the pool. Other con people dressed as aliens were playing laser tag and kept yelling "Don't shoot the lovebirds." All the other girls were jealous. That was all it took. We've been together ever since.

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Melissa: Jay and I met on AOL messenger.
How did that happen??
He sent me a message because he was curious about my screen name "landshark". First and last guy I met in person that began with a chat on AOL about a nickname. It was love at first sight

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Babuine: The first time I met Amanda  she tried to pick me up in the cafeteria in the student union.
 Interesting! What was her pick-up line?
She just sat down and talked to me. That has always been her way. Amanda has never met a stranger :)
I can believe that :)

Amanda: And I was MORTIFIED to find out he was already spoken for. I excused myself and hid in the restroom until he left. Took us a while to get it right. Met in 1992. Married in 2015. ❤️

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Audra: My husband and I met at adult singles Sunday School. I had just turned 25, so the first time I went I went to the under-30 class and felt impossibly old. So the next Sunday I went to the over-30 class, and he was there. He says he immediately liked my glasses and thought I must be an interesting person if I wore such cool glasses. (I still have them!) ;)

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Mary: Met my partner at a bar in San Francisco - The Buena Vista. We were together 16 years before he passed away.

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Lynn: I met my current Sweetheart when he made a comment on a Facebook Friend's post. I wised off to him... and as I hoped... he friended me. This summer we're traveling in our RPod from CA to IL via Rt 66. We're starting our 70's feeling like kids again.

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Janet: We sat next to each other at the Royal Albert Hall proms in London, one august many years ago! We went for a drink afterwards.
Proms? What is that, Janet?
Proms a is a huge classical music cultural event held over 6 weeks in London

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Barbara: Greg was Master Alchemist (president) in a professional chemistry fraternity I was pledging in grad school. Someone who knew us both brought us together since we both liked classical music.
Love that Master Alchemist!

Theresa: I think he made a love potion, Barb!

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Jeanette: Curt and I were fixed up by his sister-in-law, Sue. She was my boss at the state house. We met on a blind date, a Kenny Rogers concert on May 1, got engaged in the parking lot of the state house on my lunch break (I worked evenings). We got married on Aug. 22, 35 years ago.
Well, Kenny Rogers...you know that was a good sign :)

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Sara: Keith and I met at the Nazarene Church district ski retreat at Blackwater Falls. I could not stay upright on the ski slope, and he kept picking me up - literally! We got married 6 months later.
How long have you two been married, Sara?
Like · Reply · February 3 at 6:30pm

Sara: 35 years in August - our motto has always been, "Divorce - nah, murder - maybe!"
Like · Reply · February 3 at 7:08pm

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Terry: Working as a sanitarian at the KCHD. She was also a health inspector and we found we both love science fiction. But she wouldn't date a co-worker.

I found another job to solve that problem. :)

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Karen: I went to college in Wisconsin. We had a big snowstorm and after dinner students had a snowball fight outside the cafeteria. The guy I was dating got hit in the eye and ended up in the hospital. My roommate and I went to visit him that evening-he was in a room with another student that got hurt. Several students were visiting that guy. A nurse told all of us that it was time to leave. One guy asked if we wanted a ride back to campus. It was freezing cold so we said yes. That guy walked me back to my dorm and the rest is history.
How funny, Karen!
Karen : The funny part is the guy I was dating heard the other guy ask us if we wanted a ride back to campus and he told me that no way are you going to do that. So I said no we would walk back--but as my roommate and I were walking down the hall we asked them if we could have a ride. It was freezing outside!

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Greta: My husband and I were set up on our first date by our children...conspired during RECESS...(2) 9-yrs olds & (2) 11-yr olds. <we each had a 9 & an 11-yr old>. They went to a Catholic school & not too many of the kids had divorced parents..so it made total sense to them! Our first date was totally planned by the kids as a family night (vs a date)...a VHS movie, Dominos pizza & a board game. 17 yrs later (15 of those married)...we are still in love & the best family who was ever planned out on a playground...lol.
What a great story, Greta! I love this 💖

Greta: When the kids used to argue with each other... we told them they only had themselves to blame. lol...

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Lainie: I was a freshman at college, and I got an invite to a new student party. There was a number to call for a ride. Don't think they supposed anyone would ask because when I called, they didn't know what to do. They figured they could pawn me off. "Ummm...maybe you should call steve."

So I called. And he grudgingly picked me up. On a motorcycle. Which I had never ridden on, due to my absolute fear of motorcycles. I got on anyway. He wound up going home with a different gal, but he came back asking for me the following year. 22 years married in May.

Judi:  I lived in the dorm at WVU next door to a girl from Weirton. She and her roommates had been fixing me up with dates. Unbeknownst to me, she had been telling a classmate from Weirton that she knew a girl she wanted him to meet. She finally made the meet happen. We went on our first blind date on Jan. 31, 1969, and he asked me out for the next night. We went to see "The Graduate." We were married June 20, 1970 (West Virginia Day!) and will celebrate our 47th anniversary this year. Don't fear the blind date!

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Nancy: San Francisco Lesbian Chorus. I I had driven in from Berkeley and was looking for a ride share and saw a name on the roster with an address two doors down from mine. Someone pointed her out. "Ooh!" I said. 35 years in April.

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Elaine : I was 17, a Junior in High School... and attending a Pajama Party with my classmates, back in NJ. This was a very popular pastiime back in the 1950s. Not one of us were even dating..just having fun with our friends on a Saturday night. We were running around OUTSIDE in our skimpy little "Baby Doll" shorty PJs. when I decided to climb a medium sized Magnolia tree in the yard... and went to the top. A Car pulled up with 2 guys in it...white T-shirts with the sleeves rolled up holding the cigarette packs...you know the look. "Duck-Tail " (DA's) haircuts, one red head, one dark haired. They were from a neighboring town's Catholic HS and tre Driver knew one of our friends. The girls below giggled but I stayed up on my 'perch'. They left, we went inside and resumed our silliness, the "Boy" incident forgotten. 2 weeks later the girl who had known the driver told us that the red-headed passenger had looked up in the tree as they pulled away and said "Tony, I'm going to marry that Girl some day!". We Girls just laughed...but to make a LONG story short, 18 mos later we WERE engaged and 18 mos after that we were MARRIED! <3
What a story, Elaine! 
Judith: Fabulous story! I could just picture it and can hear you telling it at The Moth!

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Kirk : Janet came to a reading of Wild Sweet Notes poets. She asked me to sign her copy. The rest is history...
What could be better than falling in love with a poet's words?

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Lacey: Adam and I have been together for almost three years. We met playing Team Trivia in Huntington; we were on rival teams, but a handful of us from each team got to be good friends and I managed to convince him to give dating another chance -- even though he'd spent one whole meal with friends talking about how he wasn't interested in dating anyone! #challengeaccepted
I wondered how you two got together :)
Lacey: 😍

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Sarah : Eddy & I spoke for several weeks online after I moved here to South Florida. He wanted to take me to dinner at the Le Val de Loire - French Restaurant and meet one another. I didn't see how I could pass that up. When I got there - there he was waiting outside for me with a dozen red roses in hand. He's been spoiling me like that ever since and we're going on 5 years now!

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Melanie: I met Mike at the College Inn in Morgantown when I blew off studying for a test to go out with a girlfriend who'd come down for a visit. He was with another guy and that's the one I fell for. When that relationship imploded a year later he offered me a place to stay. I stayed for 41 years till he died two years ago this March 26. I knew he was a good one when he introduced me to his German Shepherd, Taurus.
Your story is such a sweet one. Melanie. A good steady, caring man.

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Yvonne: Love hit like a skedge hammer. We were totally unsuited to each other. My girllfriend's VW beetle pulled up in front of my Brooklyn apartment house. HE scrambled out to deliver trash from last night's party. His mouth literally fell open. I traipsed into the house. Moments later my doorbell rang. 35 years later he still thinks I'm that hot. And I still think he's so perceptive.
Isn't it interesting how that spark is almost immediate for most people? Maybe not love at first sight, but definitely something.

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Terry: Larry and I met at the Roaring 20s nightclub on Hale Street. It was an instant attraction and I told my mother the next day we were going to marry. Now 38 years later, we still love each other and enjoy our friendship. Looking forward to another couple of decades together.

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Julianne: We met at a fire house, of course. And for me it was love at first sight and by the end of our first date, I knew. I knew he would be my husband, I knew we would grow old together...I just knew. Now, we have spent well over half our lives together and through, trial and error, awesome and what the heck...we are an amazing couple. We have fallen in love again and again. Life with him is only getting better!

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Judith: I stayed up in Ann Arbor after my freshman year and was working at a restaurant called the Sugar Bowl that summer. I was an inept waitress and still quite shy and self conscious. This Columbian teaching fellow, named Pablo, started hanging around the counter and sometime later I bumped into him on campus. I introduced him to my roommate, a full breasted athletic gal who was a guy magnet. By midsummer my roommate and I were thoroughly sick of each other. One day she came into the restaurant with her sister, Pablo, and a friend of Pablo's, this German guy. My roommate began to order me around, asking for more whipped cream on her sundae and stuff like that. I loathed her and the whole bunch, most especially that German guy who kept smiling like an idiot the whole time, totally unaware of the dynamics. In the following days the German guy started hanging around the counter. He was there the evening I burned my hand with hot water while making coffee and offered to drive me to my parent's cottage about 45 minutes away. That was the inauspicious beginning of a relationship that has lasted 58 years. He has provided me with lots of story material over the years!

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Jamie : Rus and I met in an AOL chat room in 1996. I was 16 and he was 28. We hit it off (he was attracted to my proper grammar and ability to spell) so we started talking in IMs and he eventually called me. We talked for months before he really asked how old I was (haha). After he freaked out he broke it off with me, but we kept in touch as friends (he broke my heart in two, but we both moved on). We hadn't spoken in yeaaaaaars when in 2004 I randomly logged into my old AOL account to just look through emails. His screen name popped up and he IMed me. Turned out his laptop had been stolen and he was using an old computer that had AOL installed. So we got to chatting, very casually, until he said, "so I guess you're married by now, huh?" When I said no his whole attitude changed (haha) and he started asking for my phone number. It took him two more hours of chatting before he got it. In about 2 weeks I flew out to meet him in person (he was in WA and I was in WV). We were married in 2005. He now says if he knew then what he knows now he would just have waited for me

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Tim : We were six months old. Our parents laid us in a playpen together. We've been friends, summer camp buddies, work colleagues, lovers, spouses, and always friends, until death do us part friends, ever since.

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MaryGrace: I met Gary when he was interviewed and hired as Director of Rocky Mount State Historic Site.We fell in love, married and the rest is history!

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Marilyn: In vitro....Larry's parents and mine double dated early on. Whenever I visited the Kinsella Farm with my mom for her TOPS (Take Off Pounds Sensibly) meetings, Larry ran off to the barn to hide 'til I left. He hated me. When I turned 15 and had developed rather nicely, he forgot all about running away! We will celebrate 50 years this April.

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So there you have it! Love from before birth to the playpen to the computer and everything in between. I am smiling again as I read these, and I hope you are too. Love. It surely is what makes this old top we live on keep spinning.


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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Valentine's Love Poems: One Last Poem

To close out this series of Valentine's Day love poems, here is one of my own favorites. Sending this out to my own sweet, ornery man:



To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)


If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,

Or all the riches that the East doth hold.

My love is such that rivers cannot quench,

Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.

Thy love is such I can no way repay;

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,

That when we live no more, we may live ever.


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Valentine's Day Love Poems: A Few More

Happy Valentine's Day! Let's celebrates with three poems suggested by my friends for this season of love.

In this first poem cummings comes as close as any writer I have ever read to put his love into words. "I carry your heart with me"...what woman, what man, would not feel cherished and beloved to have such words written or spoken to them? My thanks to my friend and former co-worker Pam May for sharing this poem with me.



[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

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by e.e. cummings (1894-1962)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Cummings, you might know, decided to become a poet when he was a child, and between the ages eight years and twenty-two he wrote a poem every day. He explored many forms of poetry and eventually settled into his own unique style.

Friend and blogger Karen Chace submitted this classic of the season:

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)

painting by William Holman Hunt, 1827-1910) picture from wikipedia

COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks         
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,  
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,  
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.  

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing  
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.

During Marlowe's short life he managed to become the most well-known writer of tragic drama, and was close with William Shakespeare. I remember the controversy that raged, and is perhaps still raging, as to whether Marlowe actually wrote some or all of the plays attributed to Shakespeare.
His death was senseless--and argument, it is believed, over who was to pay the bill for the food and drink that he and several friends consumed during the day at a boarding house. What more might he have written if only he had been somewhere else on that day?

Let's end today with this anonymous short verse was suggested by my friend Kimberley in the Northwest, and the sentiments...how many of us have felt the same?

Winslow Homer (1836-1910) Fog Warning 

O WESTERN wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
Anonymous

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Monday, February 13, 2017

Valentine's Day Poem: When Our Hair Turns Long and Gray

Today's poem is an original work by a lady I know best from her years as a public radio announcer. Her words speak to that mature love that comes with time and the peaceful acceptance of oneself and one's mate, and the comfort of knowing each other well.

It reminded me of this couple we met in England this past summer at the standing stones in Avebury. They were so comfortable together, he deep in thought, she writing in her journal. We shared tea later on, and they told us about their life's travels, and the concerts, parks and museums they liked to visit. They might have been elderly, but they were certainly not old, or bored with each other's company.


When our long hair turns gray
Yours in a ponytail
Mine in a manner not suited to a woman my age

We’ll still hold hands
And go walking
Attend concerts and plays
When our long hair turns gray

Mona Ann Seghatoleslami

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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Valentine's Love Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay

from wikipedia
Pulitzer Prize-winning Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) was an early feminist, a free spirit who was fortunate to gain recognition and renown for her poetry during her lifetime. Over her lifetime she had many romantic relationships, and this poem seems to be a meloncholy look back at memories of those past loves. And yet this was written when Millay was fairly young--it was one of the poems that led to her winning the Pulitzer Prize in 1922, when she was only 30 years old. Perhaps it was an elegy to singlehood, since she was married for the first time in 1923, and remained married to the same spouse (although she and her husband both had other liaisons during their marriage) until her husband's death in 1949. My thanks to my friend Dave for bringing this poem to my attention




What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII)

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.


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Saturday, February 11, 2017

Valentine's Day Love Poem: Guan Daosheng

Chinese poet Guan Daosheng (1262-1319) was one of China's most renowned artists and poets. One of her favorite subjects to paint was bamboo and after her death her husband, also a famous artist, devoted himself to painting bamboo almost exclusively. Between them they raised six children; they traveled extensively together in China, and if her poetry is any indication, the love between them must have been deep and abiding. This is her poem called Married Love.

Bamboo painting by Kuan Daosheng

Take a lump of clay
Wet it, pat it,
Make a statue of you
And make a statue of me.
Then shatter them, clatter them,
Add some water
And break them and mould them
Into a statue of you
And a statue of me.
Then in mine there are bits of you
And in yours there are bits of me
Nothing ever shall keep us apart.


Thank you to my friend Elizabeth for making me aware of this beautiful poem.


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Friday, February 10, 2017

Valentine's Day Love Poems: The Song of Wandering Aengus

Ah, the month of love!

I asked friends to send me their favorite love poems, and the first to arrive was this one, an Irish classic.

Aengus was, they say adescendant of the Tuatha De Dannan, the mythical people of Ireland's past. He was a god of love, youth and beauty. In the old stories he falls in love with a girl from one of his dreams, and it is on this bit of from the myth that Yeats based his famous poem.

 The Song of Wandering Aengus

By William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.





When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.




Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
~William Butler Yeats






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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Looking for Love: The Three Laughs by Doug Lipman

Welcome to Looking for Love, a series of stories by professional storytellers all about that elusive, tricky, wonderful, touching and sometimes humorous emotion that drive so much of life. For the next few days I will be posting these stories from many traditions and cultures to get us in the mood--or not!--for Valentine's Day this coming Sunday. 

We'll start with a story from Doug Lipman from the Hasidic tradition, a tale of mature love and joy, from the stories of the mystical Jewish rabbi, The Baal Shem Tov.

The Three Laughs

adapted by Doug Lipman

The Baal Shem Tov
Once, the disciples of the Baal Shem Tov decided to prepare him a special Sabbath. They worked for days to make sure that everything would be just as it should be, so that the spirit of the Sabbath would descend as it never had before.

At last, a few minutes before sundown on Friday night, they were all seated around a long table with the Baal Shem Tov at the place of honor at the head. The disciple who had been chosen for the special honor of lighting the Sabbath candles stood up and began to light the candles and say the blessing.
"Ha! Ha-ha!" Suddenly, the Baal Shem Tov gave a loud laugh.

The disciple lighting the candles looked around to see what was wrong--if there was something amiss with his clothing, perhaps--but everything was as it should be.

Later, they began the Sabbath meal. They gave the Baal Shem Tov the first bowl of the soup that they had labored so long over.

He tasted it. "Heh, heh, heh, heh!" He laughed and laughed.

The disciples were appalled. They rushed to taste the soup but there was nothing in it that tasted...humorous.

Still later, they were singing the Sabbath songs.
    Oh, what strength a righteous woman has!
    There is no treasure rarer than this!
    Happy is the heart that relies on her,
    For such a heart can lack for nothing....
    Yai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai....
As they sang, the Baal Shem Tov began to laugh and laugh, as though he could not contain himself.
It was the custom of the disciples that, on Saturday night, after the spirit of the Sabbath had departed, they would choose one question between them, and present it to the Baal Shem Tov.

This Saturday, there was no debate as to what question they would ask. "Holy master, why did you laugh during the Sabbath--three times?"

In answer, the Baal Shem Tov said, "Come with me."

All the disciples crowded into the Baal Shem Tov's carriage. He drew the curtains over the windows, and they began to travel swiftly.

Several hours later, when he opened the curtains, they were in a distant village. None of them had ever been there before.

The Baal Shem Tov went to the leaders of the village. "Bring everyone to the village square. Now."

When the Baal Shem Tov stood looking out over that crowd of faces, he said, "There is still one family missing."

After a few minutes, the people realized, "It must be the old bookbinder and his wife. They live on the edge of town; they must not have gotten the word."

When this old man and this old woman entered the village square, and the old man saw who it was who was calling for him, he began to wring his hands. "Oh, Holy Master. I know I have committed a great sin. I only ask forgiveness."

"Bookbinder, tell my disciples and these people gathered here how you spent your Sabbath."

Fearfully, the old man glanced at the illustrious students of the Baal Shem Tov and began to speak. "I am an old bookbinder. In my youth, I could earn enough that we had what we needed during the week, and something special to greet the Sabbath. 

"But as I have grown older, there has been less and less. Finally, this Sabbath--for the first time--we had no Sabbath candles--and only a few crusts of bread for a Sabbath meal. My wife was determined that we would observe the Sabbath as well as we were able. And so, just before sundown, she went through the motions of lighting candles that were not there.

"As she did, I saw...a flash of light. And I understood for the first time that the light that I had thought came only from the candles was also coming from her. I shouted out, 'I love you'--in the middle of the holy blessing!

"I got control of myself, and went back to observing the Sabbath with due respect. But then later, we were beginning our humble meal. We had only warmed water for soup. But I tasted it. I felt...nourished. At that moment, I realized that the nourishment--which all these years I had thought came only from the soup--actually came also from her, from our being together through so many Sabbaths.

"And before I realized what I was doing, I jumped up. I kissed her! Shocked at my own behavior, I sat back down. I stayed in my seat properly until later, when we sang the Sabbath songs.
    Oh, what strength a righteous woman has!
    There is no treasure rarer than this!
"Singing these words, I realized what a great strength she was in my life.
    Happy is the heart that relies on her,
    For such a heart can lack for nothing....
"Suddenly, I knew that, in spite of our great poverty, while I had her in my life, I lacked for nothing.
"And then, before I knew what I was doing, I jumped up. I grabbed her by the arms. We began to sing and dance together.
    Yai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai;
    Yai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai, dai....
"At last, I got control of myself and sat back down.


"Holy master, I know I have defiled the Sabbath. Please, tell me: what must I do to be forgiven?"

The Baal Shem Tov looked at his disciples. "When this man and this woman spent their Sabbath in such deep and holy love, I was there with them, and I shared in their joy. And when he spoke his love for that woman, not only I but the angels in heaven heard--and they smiled. And when he got up and kissed that woman, acting on that deep love-the angels in heaven saw them, and they laughed.

"And when the two of them joined their hands and sang and danced their joy, the angels themselves began to sing and to dance. And the Eternal Heart itself heard them, and it was warmed.

"On a Sabbath of such perfect joy, who wouldn't laugh?"

My version of this story--a re-write of a famous Hasidic tale--has appeared on my audiotape, The Forgotten Story: Tales of Wise Jewish Men.

from the website Chabad.org
About today's storyteller:

Many of you enjoyed and appreciated Doug's article on facing despair in a new year, Hope Is Not For The Weak Of Heart

In 1970, Doug Lipman was a discouraged teacher of very resistant adolescents. One day, he told them a story. To his amazement, they did not resist, but became deeply involved. Ever since, Doug has worked to understand exactly how storytelling evokes engagement and cooperation, and to help others learn to use storytelling for personal, interpersonal, and group transformation. 

Contact Doug at doug@storydynamics.com


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