Yoga From a Natural-Jeanie Sallah
Alright it’s practically Valentine’s Day again, that time of year where our thoughts run more in the romantic direction. As a consequence, the ads flaunting his or her admiration because “He went to Jared’s” (Kay’s Jewelry, Macy’s jewelry counter, or whatever jewelry store strikes your liking) will show you just how much your loved one really cares for you (Ahh). Or does this sound familiar, “Hallmark Cards say “Make Every Heart Happy” (have you priced greeting cards lately? It’s expensive making hearts happy). Ok, indulge me one more time because I’m on a roll, Kohl’s Department Store says, “Gifts From The Heart, It’s Love At First Save”. From your heart to their pockets, now that’s what I call love. Something else that’s a little unsettling to me is that we celebrate love officially only one day a year, but don’t we love every day? It’s much like Black History Month that we celebrate once a year; for those of us that are black aren’t we black year round? Why the labels on everything, can’t we just be?