Happy Valentine’s Day

Love Thy-Self

 

My love is confusing. All mixed up.

That can be nourishing.

Like soup.

Yesterday, we, mended this old hand broom. It was here, by the fireplace, when we moved in.  The straw was falling out, probably because we were using it so much.  I  got some old string and a tapestry needle (big eye, blunt end) and began repair. The Man looked and said, "No, that's not the way to do it. Let me try."  I snapped back with, "What? Like I don't know about stitching?"  He responded, as he mostly does, "It's not a contest."  He stitched it back in place after wrapping the top tightly with some old wire.  "I learned this in grade school."  he said.  I trimmed the ends and added the cloth without saying anything.  In those moments, Love grew beyond ourselves.

And the little broom is useful again.

Love Everything

ok...

I have a lot of emails to catch up on from these last few days.

And more snow is coming.

A few days away and then I will be back with some new thought catching.

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  4. Corinne

    Once, long ago, I rebuilt a 20 foot abandoned stone wall on our acres in the woods way up North. Jude, your stonewalls reminded me of this excerpt in my life.

    I asked my husband, before I went to work, he was retired, if he would move one too-large for-me rock. When I came home the whole wall was gone! He honestly misunderstood me. It took me a few days to calm down to see the humor in it. It’s been 12 years. Still miss this love. Many kinds make up an enduring relationship. Happy Valentines Day.

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  9. Nat

    Occasionally I would learn that husband had unexpected skills; like the time a friend tried teaching me to spin with a spindle and it turned out my husband could do that already. I remember how connecting those times were and I miss him.

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