It’s Valentine’s day.  I love my mom’s heart shaped cookies.

I was at Stubbe earlier today buying chocolate hearts when at the cash, I dropped one on the floor and it cracked in half.  It struck me as a bad omen, but the kind clerk, held out his hand for my broken chocolate heart and told me to get a new one.  If only we could always have such a warm spirited approach to mending broken hearts!

There’s a stop sign in Parkdale with a spray-painted heart and 1-way indicator that seems so cheeky, it brings me a smile.

In Rilke’s short phrase, “love what you don’t understand”, I feel so much openness.  I think it is a grand expression to share with ourselves and the world around us.
I live with the word everyday as it is my namesake.

love, love, LOVE!