Valentine's Day - I've noticed more people calling it "Love Day" this year and I like that. A day honoring love in all forms can't be bad. I have the world's sweetest husband - who adopted a polar bear family (mother and twin cubs) for me through a wildlife conservation site in memory of my Daddy (Big Bear who loved polar bears above all bears and bears above all other beasts) Today a small polar bear (very cuddly) arrived in the mail. Its one of those sweet ones that puts its arms around your neck and seems to snuggle - really soft too, couldn't be better.

Otherwise, my day was good - a day of steady work that felt productive and an evening of writing projects on the computer.

I've been thinking about people's attitudes toward adopting healthier life styles. The issue has come up a bit lately and I realize a nuber of people are motivated to change habits to prevent bad diseases. To me that just feels depressing. I need to be motivated to accomplish something or achieve something, not to avoid or prevent. Getting stronger, having more energy, even looking better in clothes will do. But not just trying not to get some disease. I see to have very strong feelings against being motivated by fear.

And Ru, (and anybody else who wonders) I'm fine. The "At My Funeral" poem in yesterday's blog was the product of a writing group assignment, and partly inspired by attending funerals in December and reading Orson Scott Card's Speaker for the Dead, whichstrongly makes the point that the truth is the best and most intimate honoring - not a puffed up or airbrushed fiction .