OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Many years ago, I said yes to my first marriage proposal on Valentine’s Day. It did not work out. We parted. When I eventually did get married, it was without an official proposal; at least I don’t remember one. We were divorced only a few months later. The third time, I proposed and was accepted and we got married and all was well until death did do us part. My marrying days are over, I think.
But ever since that first proposal I don’t remember really celebrating Valentine’s Day ever again. It’s not because of any memories or associations, the day just never really captured my imagination, marriage proposal and all. And so, my love and I have never celebrated Valentine’s Day in the four years we have been together either. We did have a nice, simple dinner, though. And earlier in the day I had Skype lunch with my Mom and Krystian. The rest of the day was sheer laziness, watching tennis and finishing the last of the available Harry Bosch novels. I needed this.
‘Self-love is revolutionary. We cannot fight for others when we’re fighting a war inside ourselves. Compassion is a power that we first bestow on ourselves & then give away through our actions—to people, to our planet. When we recognize this, that is when love becomes our legacy.’ (Amanda Gorman)
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”