I used

to think

Cupid

was

stupid;

a mascot

tot

projectiling

weapons

to pierce

hearts.

A day 

of

forced

“love”, 

I thought,

was 

a good

excuse

for selling

stuff.

But in 

the name

of love,

I too

celebrate,

reminding

myself 

to pay 

attention,

and return

to my senses,

especially

mid 

winter. 

Intimacy 

requires

nurturing

(today,

ironically

by a baby).

The kids

remind us

of what

matters:

love.

We inherit

conventions

that we get

to rethink:

I quote

here

the wikipedia

definition

of arrow:

“A typical

arrow

usually consists

of a long,

stiff,

straight

shaft

with a weighty

arrowhead

attached

to the front end.”

“A container

or bag

carrying

additional

arrows

for convenient

reloading

is called

a quiver.”

Love

is not 

forced.

But it is

a force

we must

reckon

with

as we

remember

it’s power

to bring

forth

new life. 

Happy Valentine’s Day!