My Valentine RingFebruary 13, 2018 at perspective
My valentine is not with me. She is inside me.
I can talk to her anytime — it never happens that she does not respond to my call or text.
I do not need TIME to talk to her — she is always in my time.
We do not to need to agree to not to talk about Congress, that movie, or the red sauce.
So, we are in synch.
I still make myself wait to talk to myself — so there is an effort too.
To wait. To align. To agree.
My Gift to My Valentine
I spend more time in shower.
I send that message — and receive it — and smile about it.
I walk alone, without a purpose — on a service road.
I buy an ice cream or a peanut butter jar— and lick my lips.
I follow myself for whatever I like — my readings, writings, including this post.
I question myself — with reluctance. Then answer — reluctantly.
I say No to a phone call — I know when I am in DND mode with self.
I sleep with myself.
My Spirit is My Valentine. My Spirit is My Valentine Ring.
My Valentine is inside me. My Spirit. And she is demanding, apologetic, moody, and in a private theater within me.
I make that extra effort to love myself well so that I am strong enough to love others. You too, find your ring.