LOVE AFTER LOVE (by Derek Walcott)

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

© Derek Walcott


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What a beautiful weekend I had…from start to finish. FavCus#1 and I gathered at her house Friday night with two of her neighbors who I laughingly dubbed “the Martini Virgins”. (They are no more. LOL) What a great time we had. Each person brought something to nibble on, FavCus#1 played bartender/DJ, and we laughed and talked the night away. Stirred up some coffee with kahlua to go with our dessert. Before we knew it, it was 12:30am and we were vowing to do this again. Soon.

Saturday, I hung out with my friend T who is such a beautiful person – inside and out. T is another person who finds tremendous joy in EVERYTHING she does. We attended a booksigning/reading for an amazing poet out of DC, I made some connections with a local bookstore owner whose spirit just oozed peace and purpose. T and I shoe-shopped where I fell into two pairs of straight up s-i-n. (Somehow, I managed to walk away though I do here those wicked things calling to me still. I’m trying to be strong.) We popped into a couple of stores and then headed to Outback to enjoy dinner and more conversation. A 10-hour day where not a single second was not full of laughter, fun, joy.

Today? I’m chilling. Being grateful for life. Being grateful for simply being me and letting that be more than enough. Wondering through my poetry collections, I stumbled upon that Derek Walcott poem. It truly truly makes my heart sing and is the absolute perfect way to cap off this sunny, joy-filled weekend. And you know what? I hope that your weekend was even more sunny, joy-filled. You deserve it.

Live DELICIOUSLY!