I Just Blogged To Say I Love You

It seems like one is expected to have a position on Valentine's day.

And it seems like it is hip to hate it

or hip to embrace it with homemade Valentine's and fancy heart-shaped rice ball bento boxes

(Japanese parents do it better?)

(Please, you know I jest).

I decided last night that I have a position on Valentine's and it is this--

--don't worry, you're not about to get Kama Sutra'd--


I love you.

I really mean that.

I love those of you who come here and read my words.

Those of you I know, and those of you I don't.

Those of you who leave comments, and those of you who simply leave a notch on my page counter. (We all have different styles. I get that.)

When I started blogging I had no idea what I was doing

or what I was doing this for.

And most days, I still don't, but I want you to know

I can't express in words how much it means to me.

To have you read my blog.

To feel your encouragement, and your love.

I hope some days, when the blogging stars align

you feel that love come back to you.

Some days your comments shore me up.

Some days your comments remind me why.

And even those of you who don't comment, I feel your presence

and some days that presence is what remembers unto me

that the world is a beautiful and loving place.

So Happy Valentine's day, my blog readers.

I hope you know that you are not alone, never alone.

And that I love you, but

more importantly

I believe there is a divine and loving presence

whatever you want to call it

(some days I call it Hermione)

that loves you

and accepts you

no matter what

no matter anything

exactly as you are.

And you, I happen to know, are fabulous.

Now, here are some pictures of bento boxes

to shore you up.










images from here, here, here, and here.

Please, one last thing:

here is my one true love Amanda Palmer

wife of Neil Gaiman

singing her song that makes my soul say, yes.

Yes.