14 February - Postcards for lovers

Shall we succumb to the calendar and celebrate dear old St. Valentine? I’ve made many an oath to actually look up the origins of holidays like these to decipher their true meaning, but have yet to live up to the intention. Shall we proceed anyway, uninformed, to mark the day as we’ve been told to?

I miss you. I love you. I have no intention on letting this holiday pass without telling you so, without taking any excuse I can to celebrate love and its repercussions. But screw Hallmark and flowers, roses and cinnamon hearts, and all the uninventive, formulaic methods of celebration. I’ve got my own rules for this holiday.

The world is full of lovers. Don’t be afraid of the word. A lover is simply a place or person where one finds love. You need not delve much further. And sometimes, one needs a reminder of the places where love lives.

So be the reminder. Be the kind words that change his/her day. Be the poetry that invites creativity. Be the whispered compliment that makes her/him blush. Be the dress that makes him/her feel as beautiful as she is. Be the idea that inspires him/her to be bold. For your lover, mother, father, friend, sister, brother, acquaintance, partner . . . be the reminder.

And I’ll do the same. Send me a line and I’ll send you a postcard, a love letter, from the road.