sticks and stones
thanks to all of you who have written comments for the last post. i'm always glad to hear from you, always glad to know that you are out there, nodding your head, saying yes. yes, yes, yes. and if you are saying no, that is okay too - just try to keep the rumbling down to a minimum, and be considerate and sensitive with what you say to those on the receiving end.
it's valentine's day. i'm not a big fan of this particular holiday; it ranks right up there with Christmas, with all the overblown commercialism of something we call love, the pinks and frills and forced emotions. i am, however, fond of expressing one's feelings, of being open and receptive all at once. i've had a lot of time this week to myself, as i'm sure many of you have had as well, with the storm that rolled through and isolated me even more than usual, here on Heart Rock Hill; and with that time, comes contempation - always - and a longing to reach out, to be reached in return.
i thought i'd share with you a few of my favorite images that speak, without words, of endearment and tenderness, of sweet hankering and devotion. i see love in a lot of things - tiny stitches executed by hand, hearts in the shapes of rocks, the color red. the color white. snow. old wood. a copse of trees. the river. my puppy dog. the light in my sons' eyes. my mother's hands. old polish. handwritten letters. my heart. your heart. this world.
here's wishing all of you a weekend spent in pleasant and loving company, whether with someone you cherish or with the presence of your own dear self, wrapped gently and tied tenderly with a soft, invisible string. xo