I had a brutal lesson years ago about information - about "fitting in" and shaping myself to an oncoming, developing situation.

Here is a poem by Saint Lucian maestro Derek Walcott, to honor the feast of Saint Valentine.

We are a culture of addicts, and addiction comes in many forms. It’s not just about being powerless over certain substances or behaviors: addiction also masquerades as an obsession with oneself and a disconnection with the world at large.

In this moment, if our inner or outer life is not or has not been turned upside down, we are sleepwalking.

In a culture that strives to eradicate anxiety with perpetual movement and busyness, the act of simply being in and accepting the present moment is terrifying.

Just remember, easy does it. One step at a time.