The sun in the backyard is doing a preheat on the weathered canvas of my favorite sling chair. I’m itching to get out there, which probably means I’m due for a shower too. It’s Valentines Day 2010, we had a lovely dinner at Osteria Monte Grappa in Ojai last night with noodles, thin ham and chianti. Then we beat it out of town back to the safety of home. Made lemongrass, ginger, chamomile tea and then choked down a few Netflix before falling asleep.

Now, the next morning, I’m determined to draft up a few hundred words concerning the nature of love. I should probably post some quotes or something. Maybe stick up some romantic pictures of people getting all cuddly. I’m reluctant to even think about the idea that I’m about to mention kitten tube. The only quote that comes to mind immediately is “Love is the Law, Love under Will,” and there’s nothing romantic or Valentino about Aleister Crowley even in his attempt to sum up the brute forces of gnostic creativity.

Nope, not Crowley. I was thinking about Raymond Carver yesterday and hunting around from quotes on love from him. This one will do… “‘You see, this happened a few months ago, but it’s still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk about love.’”
— Raymond Carver

I’m going for a walk in the morning sun.