|Sunrise from my front porch this morning|
When I climbed out of bed to make my usual cup of tea, my partner stirred a little but I didn't think I woke him up. We usually rise at different times, and sometimes he's gone back to sleep by the time I crawl out of bed to start my day. This morning, however, once I got my tea and came back to bed, a hand made its way from under the covers to find mine. We clasped our hands together for awhile, and he whispered, "happy Valentines day." I wished him the same, sharing a moment in time when we were both feeling gratitude for each other and our connection. Love story number one.
Love story number two: I went to the movies this weekend and saw Paterson. Judy couldn't go, so I went by myself. It was a movie totally unlike anything I've ever seen before. It was a movie about nothing much; Adam Driver plays a bus driver who is also a poet and has a wife about as different from him as it's possible to be, but they love each other in a way that is a delight to witness in the movie. If there were an Academy Award for the Most Zen Movie, it would win hands down. I loved it, and I left the theater feeling wonderful. But it's not for everybody, that's for sure. I say that so you know what to expect.
|Erica at Avellino's|