Six years ago today, I said, Yes. I will.
“I still believe romantic love is the coolest thing that happens on this planet … But I won’t believe the lies that show up in their absence. I won’t believe there must be something wrong with me. I won’t believe that everyone eventually walks away. I won’t believe the shame of past mistakes. I refuse to focus only on what’s missing.
My heart is working even now. My heart can be a force for good even now. Most of all, I will still participate in loving people and in being loved by other people. This world needs my love. And this world needs your love too.”
– Jamie Tworkowski, Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to suck, To Write Love on Her Arms
This afternoon, while I was working on a piece of embroidery for a customer, I was listening to a podcast that advertises itself as a collection of chilling horror tales.
As well, I was listening to this podcast by using wireless headphones, in an effort to block out the sounds of my husband watching tv (loudly) in the nearby living room.
Things seemed to be going well enough, and though I hadn’t reached a tale yet that I’d found particularly chilling, the one that I’d been in the middle of listening to did have a lot of dramatic pauses, such as:
“I was standing there, staring into the gloom of the basement
when I suddenly saw the shadow of what looked like
a large disheveled man on the other side of the room.
Something felt wrong, I thought to myself
as I watched, terrified,
as this man began to move toward me!
And as he moved closer, I realized that his face appeared …
sunken, broken, deformed in some hideous way…
and suddenly, his mouth opened as if to speak
and he said…
BATTERY LOW “
chimed my headphones, to notify me – just before they shut down – that I need to plug in to recharge them!
Though I do wonder what that poor disheveled man had to say.