Twenty-four years ago Jon and I celebrated our first Valentine’s Day together. A few years afterward I sat down and wrote a story about it. It was a spontaneous breakthrough from my writer’s block that I would not see happen again for another eleven years. At that point, my writing became sporadic, bits and pieces coming out all at once and then nothing for months.
One of my greatest self-love gifts has been the healing work that facilitated a real breakthrough just nine months ago in my writer’s block. I did not set out intending to heal what was preventing me from writing and publishing, I just set out with the intention to heal. Period.
The freedom to write and share has been one of the results.
Please enjoy this very first breakthrough of mine from seventeen years ago. May this day and every day be filled with love of all kinds for you.
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I love this story so much. I did something similar for our son's 3rd birthday. I was determined to make the perfect princess themed castle cake (our son is trans and we still thought he was our daughter back then), complete with specialty cake pan and fancy icing techniques I thought would be easy. I finally got the cake on the table at around 10 PM and served it to my very hungry husband, Mom, Aunt, and a very sleepy 3 year old. My husband later had a very gentle chat with me about perfectionism and trying to prove I was a good mom.
Love to you and Jon. You are both wonderful. The two of you together are such beautiful light, being together in the same space with you is a blessing.
Helmut and I got together around Valentine day in 1996. I don't know which day, we've never been able to decide a date, so much chaos during those days. It's our anniversary, sort of. Well I don't care about celebrating, I am simply grateful, eternally grateful.