A Cherubic Day
Today was a lovely day, with just a hint of spring to come –if you look past the mountains of snow ;o). As such, I was in no mood for critical self reflection or looking into dark corners.
Today was also the day of corporate sponsored romance in the name of questionable history. Just like any holiday, you can bah humbug your way through it, or you can give it your own purpose. I decided to let today be a day of reflection on the real nature of love.
For eons, writers have turned their pens to this subject, and I don’t think I can improve on them. Instead, I leave you with the words of one of my favorites to ponder:
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. – James A. Baldwin
Diary of a Lost Black Woman 