I couldn’t leave the doors yet. One more needs opened into Young-At-HEART-Ville. Door number four. LOVE. The word HEART is a perfect fit for this weeks post. After all IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!
LOVE! LOVE! LOVE!
When I opened this door a stream of consciousness flash flood surprised me. A torrent of things I loved and love. Words, sounds, sights, smells, and feelings swamped my heart, spilling over the top. I slowed the rush into slow motion so I might watch the crazy collection flow by, one at a time.
Okay, here comes the LOVE stream! You should try this, it’s fun and it’s a freedom. Like unlacing too-tight shoes at the end of the day.
. . . mommy and daddy . . . riding my bike in unbikeable places . . . playing in the woods, SEEING elves and fairies at twilight . . . making lands and seas from spotted floor tiles that look like there’s confetti all over them and traveling from country to country on ships made of throw rugs . . . sleeping in horse mangers smelling sweet alfalfa hay . . . baby farm animals . . . mommy and daddy . . . climbing trees, inventing named destinations to visit inside the boughs of a gigantic weeping willow . . . a rounded mailbox named “The Burp” where Janis Lee and I sat for hours playing with “trading cards” . . . snow, especially at night falling thick under the streetlights as i happily trudge home, rope clutched in mittened hand, pulling my “flexible flier” sled . . . indoors after outdoors in the autumn chill . . . mommy and daddy . . . humid humming dark summer nights with lightening bugs taking up the air everywhere . . . ravines, powerful scent of fecund earthy ravines . . . walking fences, especially one we named Mr. Wiggly . . . the country . . . the fields . . . school carnival . . . trick or treating . . . mommy and daddy . . .
fast forward . . . love pounced from the waiting room of my soul into my heart when i held the baby girl i birthed, pollyanna . . .
fast forward . . . god’s implausible, untamable, bonkers love for his kids caused this one to love him back . . .
fast forward . . . the Valentine’s Day when my husband designed an evening’s program and water-colored its cover with a heart. our schedule included times. for instance “5:30–home from work, presented with a glass of wine, suzee relaxes as she opens her mail while steve starts dinner” . . . “6:00–hot bath, then massage for suzee” . . . “8:00–slow dance” . . . “8:15–dinner by candlelight” . . . and so on! it ended with a huge homemade fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie that took up half a cookie sheet served warm to me with orange sherbet on top! . . . and one more slow dance . . .
fast forward . . . a girl grandchild named bowie (buttons and bows). . .
fast forward . . . babies grow into little persons .
fast forward . . . bowie at 5 years old (you’ve already met her as a dog dentist in a previous blog) playing with my miniature electric stove that STILL WORKS. wow, they used to make things to last . . .
. . . rope swinging with her and getting to feel that age again . . .
. . . watching bowie pretend to eat “mermaids’ hair” (sea weed from the moving creek, don’t worry, it’s not pond scum!) . . .
. . . bowie the clown (Bozo? ho ho!!) to make me laugh . . . fast backward and forward . . . family, friends, lovers . . .
So send me a stream of consciousness love list if the spirit moves you! It’s a trip.
Be determined to use the WEAPON OF LOVE! (did Martin Luther King say that? or was it B.B.????)
And in the name of LOVE . . . HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!