"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~Rumi
my friend alisa ochoa took this picture of a romantic potato at a flea market in new york. it wasn't valentine's day, it was just a day like any day. love doesn't need a holiday for us to celebrate it...or to think long and hard about how we feel about it, how we go about giving it, or seeking, or keeping, or destroying it. love may not be blind, but it is easy to be blind in the overwhelming process of loving.
tom robbins said, "we waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love." I have a feeling that may have something to do with the fact that creating a perfect love is something we can't rely on anyone else for - it's easier having someone else to blame when our aim misses its mark and rips our chest wide open. it hurts much too much to hurt and to have to realize that you're the one holding the bow and arrow. pat said, or sang, it best - love is a battlefield, but when you raise your white flag from the trenches and peek out to see green pastures do you finally realize the only war you were fighting was in your head? is it then that you stop the resistance? you are your own medic, and the only cure for a wounded heart is plenty of love. today, and everyday.
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