The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not know how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
This was the poem that my husband and I included in our wedding program, almost twenty-four years ago now.
I share it with you all today, wishing you love, more than romance. Meaning, more than sensation.
What I love about this poem is its expansiveness. Yes, I still feel this way about Greg. (We went skiing today. It was a test of our endurance, filled with many beautiful moments. Kind of like marriage). But I feel this way about my children, too. And about certain places on this good earth. About my true self, when I look deep inside and meet me there. And about God—whom Rumi, a Sufi mystic writing in the thirteenth century, was surely addressing.
Wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day, and a a sense of peace, reconciliation, acceptance, rejoicing, and, yes, love, with those you encounter along the way.