Belated Valentine

Giving one’s heart can be a charitiable deed, but if one doesn’t give one’s heart there will be no room for the heart received in one’s own chest. We have various definitions of love, which means it cannot really be defined, and yet we all know what it is on February 14th. I gave my heart away a dozen times,
to my children, to my husband, to countless friends, and to pets and books I loved and landscapes I walked in. Valentines are poor substitutes for the very real commitment we make to the world around us, but they suffice on a cold winter’s day.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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