Good morning family and for those of you who subscribe to the sentiments of this day, Happy Valentines Day! My husband and I firmly believe every single day is a great time to express how much we love each other. So no gigantic boxes of assorted chocolates or overflowing vases of roses at our house today lol! We don’t need holidays manufactured and enhanced by the retail industry! It’s so important to tend the garden of relationships EVERY DAY!!! Sometimes we get so lost in the flow of our lives it’s all too easy to start taking those we love for granted. I’m so grateful for all my family (this includes furry ones too) and friends and each day is a new chance for me to try and make sure they know it!
It rained here this morning so it’s gray and wet outside but no complaints from me! We really needed it again. I try to remember to make a note on the calendar when we get rain, and the 15th of January was the last time we got rain. The other good news about rain is I have lots of fresh canvas for my chalk drawings once it dries out!
I found this Love themed poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and thought it beautiful enough to share! It really conjured a beautiful and magical image in my minds-eye as I read it. I hope you enjoy it too!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807-1882 , Portland , ME
The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the landscape green,
With shadows brown between.
And silver white the river gleams,
As if Diana, in her dreams,
Had dropt her silver bow
Upon the meadows low.
On such a tranquil night as this,
She woke Endymion with a kiss,
When, sleeping in the grove,
He dreamed not of her love.
Like Dian’s kiss, unasked, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought;
Her voice, nor sound betrays
Its deep, impassioned gaze.
It comes,—the beautiful, the free,
The crown of all humanity,—
In silence and alone
To seek the elected one.
It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep,
Are Life’s oblivion, the soul’s sleep,
And kisses the closed eyes Of him, who slumbering lies.
O, weary hearts! O, slumbering eyes!
O, drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
Responds,—as if with unseen wings,
A breath from heaven had touched its strings
And whispers, in its song,
“Where hast thou stayed so long!”