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02/15/2003 Entry: ""Valentining""
Valentine's day usually finds me hiding under a rock or with a bag over my head, but this year I kept my stubbly chin upwards and focused on global love, earthly romance and galactic passions. Which I think went over better than cowering under the covers waiting for the day to end.
Some time ago, I was told of an account of a Valentine, perhaps not the St. Valentine, that I really enjoy. There was an elderly monk, living in some small cabin somewhere in Europe. He was a recluse, who rarely ventured into town and never spoke. Upon his death, as villagers inspected the cabin, they found that every corner, crevice, and nook was filled with tiny notes. There were hundreds of notes, and each one recalled a different villager, and the qualities that Valentine found admirable and praiseworthy about them. Thus was born the tradition of sending cards to those we love, reminding us of the goodness within all. How sweet.
Last night saw the release of the self-titled album by Jen Wo, a thoroughly orignal and creative work by a thoroughly original and creative spirit. The mood at the gala-event was celebratory, much jubilation and frivolity, and this little kitten is going to go very, very far. I'm very proud of her... she's one of my best friends and such a sweet little sprite.
Today, people around the world are mobilizing for peace. Which is a very natural way to follow up a day when we celebrate love. May Peace proceed in love's wake.
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