Valentines Day

14th February, 2013 - Posted by Christine Perrin - No Comments

There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
? C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

One of my students recited this in class today with dignity and conviction. I was reminded, in the midst of all this love talk/buying that love has austere and lonely offices. Thank you Robert Hayden for reminding us of this:

Those Winter Sundays

by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. 

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house, 

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

Take a listen to another former student and what he did when he encountered the love in this poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HEAzrcRWe0&list=UUn9lBT4u5ln4Q13TNpGWFTQ&index=1
How we define love matters greatly.

Posted on: February 14, 2013

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