(Painting by Anna Lohse)
I can't send handmade cakes or handmade chocolates or even a handwritten letter to you, so I'll send you my thoughts. Perhaps they will find you wherever you are and you'll hear them, even just a little.
I walked to church by myself today and wrote in a journal with a compass rose on the front while I waited for the service to begin. The sermon was about love, as would be expected, and I timidly rose my hand when the priest asked who had ever been in love. I explored the church afterwards--it was rather small and plain, but it was full of paintings of saints and angels and crosses and, of course, Jesus; some prints, some actual paintings, in all different styles and from all different times.
I baked chocolate fairy cakes for some of my friends once home. Valentine's Day is thought of as a romantic holiday in this country, but I can't help but think it was meant to be about love--any love.
I can't send handmade cakes or handmade chocolates or even a handwritten letter to you, so I'll send you my thoughts. Perhaps they will find you wherever you are and you'll hear them, even just a little.
I walked to church by myself today and wrote in a journal with a compass rose on the front while I waited for the service to begin. The sermon was about love, as would be expected, and I timidly rose my hand when the priest asked who had ever been in love. I explored the church afterwards--it was rather small and plain, but it was full of paintings of saints and angels and crosses and, of course, Jesus; some prints, some actual paintings, in all different styles and from all different times.
I baked chocolate fairy cakes for some of my friends once home. Valentine's Day is thought of as a romantic holiday in this country, but I can't help but think it was meant to be about love--any love.
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