I’m on my couch still unable to walk but in less pain than yesterday .

My inner teenager is feeling sad – sad to not be receiving flowers – sad to not be going out to dinner. Sad to not be receiving the scant outward symbols of love. She forgets how little all that meant in relationships full of the abuse of my soul and body. She forgets , I do not.

So I curl up with my inner teenager and dry her tears. I ask her to see how truly surrounded by love I am. Real love substantial love . I ask her to see how my son David Silver and my housemate Syan de LuMargh work to take care of me through this illness.

I kiss her and try to coax her out of delusions…

what’s real is that I’m the servant of love. I am a devotee of oxytocin and all it does to help humanity reach out and hold hands with the divine. Rocking my inner child fills me with oxytocin and brings peace.

What’s real is that I’m slowly healing … and it’s a beautiful day.

Happy love day my darlings !

My wish is for you that you are surrounded by true, grounded, respectful love today !

Love for yourself and for all of this broken world … that’s the cure … that’s the healing !

I love you !

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