 When most of us think of Valentine’s Day, we imagine roses, chocolates, and candlelit dinners for couples. But in Finland, February 14th is something refreshingly different: it’s Ystävänpäivä, or “Friend’s Day.” And it’s all about friendship, not romance.
As a small child, I remember how teachers made sure every child was seen on Valentine’s Day. It was more than just exchanging cards—it was a lesson in consideration, care, and inclusiveness. Imagine what a vulnerable or shy child experiences day after day in the classroom, feeling socially awkward or overlooked. To be noticed, chosen, and included in this simple yet meaningful way? Imagine the joy of that child running home to tell their parents they were remembered and celebrated. I often think of those less confident children and how powerful it must feel to know, even for one day, that they, too, are special. What Finland’s tradition understands is something I see again and again in my work as a relationship educator: friendship and desire are not opposites; they are deeply interconnected. By celebrating friendship first, children learn something profound that serves them throughout their lives: the best romantic partnerships are built on a foundation of genuine friendship. Those early classroom lessons taught us about intimacy long before we had words for it: the classmate who shared their lunch when you forgot yours, the friend who waved you over to join their game at recess, the teacher who quietly remembered your birthday. These small acts of recognition and inclusion were teaching us what it means to truly see another person and to be seen in return. Loyalty, playfulness, and being valued for who we are weren’t just nice qualities in a friend…they were the very foundations of all loving relationships. Yet within that foundation of friendship, something else must flourish for romantic love to thrive. Romance and friendship are often treated as separate realms, yet they share essential ground. The partner who knows how to be your friend, who can laugh with you at life’s small absurdities, who sees you fully (warts and all) and chooses you again and again—this is the partner in whom desire endures. And desire, as I have observed, is nourished not only by closeness and trust, but by curiosity, unpredictability, and the subtle mysteries that keep us intrigued and alive to one another. Friendship provides the safe, steady base; mystery and surprise infuse it with spark. Finland’s Ystävänpäivä plants these seeds early, teaching children that intimacy has many forms and that the capacity to connect, to care, and to celebrate others creates the foundation for all loving relationships to come. This Valentine’s Day, we can honour that same principle: notice, appreciate, and celebrate the people in your life—friends, partners, colleagues, family—because these small gestures of seeing and valuing each other are what make love enduring, joyful, and ever alive. And that, folks, is the Finnishing touch! 😄
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 Last week, a couple told me, “We just want to be understood, and we want less arguing.” It’s a familiar refrain. Most couples say they want better communication, but what they really want is connection. They want to feel safe, seen, and understood, even when tensions rise.
Communication isn’t about talking more, explaining better, or winning an argument. It’s about creating a space where both people can show up fully, even when fear or frustration is present. After more than thirty years working with couples, I’ve noticed this: real communication happens when one person speaks to be known, and the other listens to learn. When either part falters, connection falters too. Why Conversations Go Off Track Most of us were never taught how to communicate, only that we should. So we fall back on habits that feel natural but often make things worse:
Underneath it all is something very human: fear. Fear of being blamed, dismissed, or misunderstood. When fear takes over, curiosity disappears. Speaking to Be Known Speaking to be known is about sharing your experience without blame. It’s about naming what you feel, talking about impact rather than intent, and owning your emotions rather than assigning fault. Instead of: “You never listen to me.” try: “When I don’t feel heard, I shut down and pull away.” This kind of speaking invites understanding instead of defensiveness. Listening to Learn Listening to learn is one of the most powerful and least practiced relationship skills. It’s about listening without fixing, defending, or minimizing. The goal isn’t agreement—it’s understanding. A simple but transformative practice is mirroring: reflecting back what you heard, without judgment or advice. Something like: “So what I hear you saying is…” That alone slows things down and signals, “You matter. I’m really trying to understand you.” Why This Matters Happy couples don’t have fewer problems than unhappy ones; they just repair better. When people feel heard, they soften. When they soften, they stay engaged. That’s where connection lives. Communication isn’t about perfection; it’s about responsiveness for connection. A Simple Practice to Try Set aside ten minutes. One person speaks for a few minutes about something that matters. The other listens and mirrors back what they heard. Then switch. No fixing, no advice, just presence. It may feel awkward at first. That’s okay. You’re learning a skill most of us were never taught. Love Is a Practice Love isn’t just something we feel… it’s something we do. And like any meaningful practice, it improves with intention. Relationships are where we struggle and grow the most. Learning to communicate well may be one of the most important life skills we can develop. If you’d like to explore more ways to build resilient, emotionally healthy relationships, you’re welcome to subscribe. I share reflections, research-informed insights, and practical tools to help love feel both meaningful and doable. letstalkaboutloveok.substack.com https://www.facebook.com/LydiaonLove letstalkaboutlovemtl (IG)  As another year turns, we feel it again—the push to “do better”. You know:
Lose weight. Get in shape. Earn more. Save more. Get organized. Declutter. Fix what’s broken. Get a life! By January, it’s everywhere—the familiar rhetoric of self-improvement. And sure, I get it. Habits can be tracked. Goals can be measured. Closets can be decluttered. But here’s the thing: what actually shapes our lives rarely shows up on a spreadsheet. Last week, my husband was telling me something important. And I…wasn’t really there. My body was, but my attention had drifted somewhere between the peanut butter jar and whether we were out of olive oil. I only realized it when I blurted, “Wait, what?” …and I completely realized I’d missed the heart of what he was saying. Yes, this is me! The one who teaches and writes about empathy and presence. And there I was, nodding at the right moments while mentally composing my grocery list. Oops! Presence Over Perfection If we pause long enough, another kind of work comes into view--quieter, less measurable, and far more demanding. In our relationships, it’s the work that actually matters: Empathy. Presence. Curiosity. Empathy asks something simple:
It’s selfless work. We can’t control what someone else feels or does—but we can show up. Even when it’s inconvenient. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when we’d rather be thinking about something else. During the holidays, I saw this pattern play out several times. A friend was talking about a tough family decision. Halfway through, I interrupted: “Oh, that reminds me of when I…” and launched into my own story. By the time I finished, she had gone quiet. The moment had passed. Another friend shared some exciting news about a long-awaited promotion. My first thought? “Wow, does that mean longer hours away from your family?” Her face fell. She hadn’t asked for analysis—she just wanted someone to be genuinely excited with her. And of course, my husband provides daily practice. While he speaks, I mentally calculate what else I have to do that day, nodding in all the right places while my brain runs in a different room. I call this multitasking. He calls it not listening.🫢Being a relationship educator doesn’t mean I’ve mastered empathy; it just means I get to notice how often I miss it. My dog, by the way, is better at this than I am. She notices everything. When I’m sad, she sits on my feet. When I’m anxious, she leans against my leg. She doesn’t try to fix it. She just shows up. Ever notice “dog” is “god” spelled backward? I think they’re far more evolved than we are. 🙂 These moments are humbling reminders for us all: even those of us who teach empathy slip into distraction, comparison, or problem-solving. And that’s because presence isn’t automatic; it’s a choice, repeated endlessly, one small act at a time. This work exposes our patterns:
It’s uncomfortable because it asks us to feel what someone else is feeling. Easier to offer solutions than sit with sadness. Easier to scroll than hold space. Easier to interrupt with our story than stay curious about theirs. The work of empathy doesn’t come with progress bars or achievement badges. It accumulates quietly, in small, often invisible ways:
This kind of attention takes courage. Not the courage of goal-setting or self-optimization. The courage to stay present. To bear witness without trying to solve it. To risk discomfort. To choose connection over convenience. And when we get it right—when we really listen, make space, stay—people remember. Not because we did something grand, but because we made them feel seen rather than tolerated, loved rather than managed. So maybe the question at the start of a new year isn’t how to become better—but how to be more present.
This work is quiet, humble and often invisible. And yet, it is what sustains intimacy over time. It’s also what I often get wrong…which is oddly comforting. It means I’m still learning…practice makes perfect, right?☺️ Empathy isn’t a trait; it’s a practice. Attention and care are skills we can cultivate, strengthen, and choose daily. This is the curriculum of love—not romance, not sentiment—but the steady commitment to showing up for each other. And it can happen at any age, in any relationship, at any time. Even when you’ve just blown it. Especially then. So, where can you pause today? Or listen a little longer? Honour someone else’s story? Or just be present for the lives that intersect your own? I’ll be over here, trying to remember what my husband just said. Putting the grocery list away for ten minutes. And practicing presence, one baby step at a time.😉 How will you practice presence this week? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments! Happy 2026!  I’ve roasted more turkeys than I can count, fussing over seasoning, stuffing, basting, timing, and whether the potatoes are fluffy enough. You know… the usual holiday stress: trying to appear calm while silently panicking that guests will arrive late—or worse, that I won’t be ready on time, that the gravy might burn, or that a side dish might meet a dramatic demise on the floor. As Julia Child might say: “The gravy can wait. Find the wine :-)” And then there’s Callie. She’s never patiently sitting in a corner, watching politely. Nooo. She’s completely underfoot, judging my every move with those soft, soulful eyes, weaving between my ankles like a furry game of Twister. Half the time, I’m reaching for the oven, the sink, or a rogue cooking utensil. The other half, I’m praying I don’t step on a paw or trip over her tail. And yet somehow, she’s also the best sous-chef I’ve ever had— no complaints, no critiques, just enthusiastic, gourmet-style quality control. Meanwhile, my husband watches me rearrange serving dishes for the third time and rolls his eyes, as I mutter: "Are you blind…we can't serve our guests in those dishes?" Chaotic? Yes. Ridiculous? Absolutely. Normal? Well, at least in our home. But here's what years of hosting holidays and working with couples have taught me: the turkey was never the issue. It's always been about the stuffing. LOL! Yep, the real problem is in the stuffing. And, I’m not talking about breadcrumbs or sausage. I’m talking about all the invisible, emotional things we pile in there: tiny resentments, unmet expectations, unspoken feelings, subtle slights, issues of power and control, and all those little irritations we pretend don’t exist…but are just waiting to spill over. We all do it. Every single one of us. And unlike the turkey, you can't just carve around it. Showing Up for Each Other in the Holiday Chaos It’s easy to get lost in the rush and perfectionism of the holidays. What truly counts is how you meet the chaos together. The deeper question is simply this: How are you showing up today? Are you noticing your partner’s efforts—the small gestures of care? Maybe it's the way they quietly take on a task so you can focus elsewhere, or silently shoulder the stress? Are you allowing space for each other’s fatigue, frustration, or vulnerability? Because these moments are not interruptions...they are opportunities to connect. The holidays have a way of amplifying tension, especially if you’re retired, both working from home, or suddenly spending more hours together than usual. You might realize that spending extended time in close quarters with the same person is well…intense. Proximity doesn’t automatically create intimacy. What makes the difference is how couples respond to the inevitable stress, i.e., whether they dig in or soften, escalate or repair. And this is exactly where the magic of repair lives. In the eye roll that turns into a smile. Or the half-apology offered over the sink. Even a quiet reset sealed with a refill of the “cooking” wine:-) The emotional “stuffing” doesn’t have to explode. When noticed and tended to, it can become the place where couples reconnect—not because they got it right, but because they found their way back to each other. Now stuff that in your Christmas stocking. 😂 Happy holidays, everyone! Lydia🎄  Every November 11th, I think of my father—not specifically in uniform, not on the battlefield, but in the striped pyjamas of a prisoner of war. He was a Polish soldier, a resistance fighter, a teacher, a writer, and a man who believed that the greatest act of patriotism was not defined by hatred, but by love for truth, freedom, and the dignity of every human being. Every November 11th, on Remembrance Day, we honour the fallen. But remembrance, for me, has always been more than battles, medals, or history books. It is about love, the kind that survives when the world forgets what it means to be human. In 1944, my father spent Christmas Eve in a concentration camp in Austria. He was one of many prisoners who had nothing left but his voice and his memory of home. Despite hunger, exhaustion, and the ever-present pall of death, he and his fellow prisoners organized a small Christmas celebration. Polish, French, Italian, and Greek voices filled the barracks. The prisoners barely understood each other, but together they sang songs of faith and homeland that rose beneath the ceilings of a place built for cruelty and fear. Even the block leaders and guards chimed in, moved by something that transcended orders and nations. My father helped create not only a new Christmas but also a new attitude... and hope. There were no decorations beyond a modest tree, no warmth beyond the shared breath of hope. And yet, through music and togetherness, they made something sacred: a cherished memory... an armistice of the heart. I barely knew my father, as I was very young when he died. But what I did know about him was this: love is not the absence of suffering; it is what allows us to endure it. And his story reminds me that remembrance is not only about mourning the dead soldiers who fought so valiantly for their countries. It is about protecting what they lived for: courage, freedom, and the quiet commitment to keep believing in goodness. This Remembrance Day, I honour my father not only as a soldier, but as a man who knew that love could still be sung in a place meant to silence it. His story calls us to remember that peace is not given. It is created again and again through compassion, forgiveness, and the courage to keep our hearts open. In remembering him, I remember what it means to be human and the courage to love. Lest I forget.  Thanksgiving reminds us that life is not just about the tasks we complete, the emails we send, or the errands we tick off. It’s about the people who make life richer...the family who knows our stories, the friends who know our hearts, the partners who still see us even when we don’t see ourselves anymore.
In the rush of our daily lives, love is not always intentional. It’s easy to assume it’s always there. But love, connection, and gratitude flourish when we pause, look up from our phones, and really show up. Small actions matter: a touch, a kind word, eye contact, or even recalling one meaningful memory. These moments are the building blocks of lasting connection. Why not consider taking a moment to share a memory or tell a story from the past, name something you appreciate about someone at the table, sit quietly together, or even remember loved ones who are no longer with you—note how their presence lives on in your hearts. Small gestures like these are the building blocks of lasting connection. This Thanksgiving, make time—not just for turkey or traditions, but for each other. Laugh. Share a memory. Sit quietly together. Notice not just what is said, but what is felt. Let the presence of those you care for be enough. Because life’s greatest gift isn’t what’s on the table...it’s who surrounds it. And nurturing these connections, day by day, is the secret to a life full of love. Happy Thanksgiving, Lydia  I’m in the business of romantic and intimate relationships. And while these are deeply important to our lives, this blog focuses on another key ingredient to our well-being: our friendships.
Psychological research from around the globe shows that having strong social connections is one of the most reliable predictors of a long, healthy, and happy life. Strong bonds not only boost our mood but also build our resilience and, yes, even improve our physical health. Let’s face it: life can get heavy. Between work, responsibilities, challenges and losses, not to mention endless to-do lists, it’s easy to find ourselves running on autopilot, with joy falling to the wayside. And that’s exactly why friendship matters so much. Good friends — the kind you can truly relax with — have this wonderful ability to press pause on the serious side of life. With them, we remember how to laugh, how to play, how to be a little silly again. There’s a kind of magic that happens when you gather around a table with friends. You start with a casual glass of wine, a shared meal, a little more wine... and soon stories are flowing, giggles bubble up, and next thing you know — someone’s wiping tears from their eyes. The stress melts away, replaced by connection, joy, and that unmistakable feeling: these are my people. That sense of comfort, acceptance, history, and pure fun....and more memories made to soothe the soul. Priceless. Life isn’t just about doing. It’s about being. And being with people who “get you” is one of the sweetest parts of life. So here’s to the friends who pull us out of our funks, who remind us how to play, who fill our lives with stories, humour, and the kind of warmth no wellness app can ever deliver. Here’s to the friends who keep us young at heart and remind us that joy is always best when shared! Lydia  There are some people you will love forever—no matter what they did, no matter how much it hurt. Not because you’re weak, but because your soul saw something in them: a light, a wound, a truth. And letting go doesn’t erase that. Have you ever loved someone like that? Someone who couldn't meet you in your truth. Someone who deceived you, then disappeared—without an apology. Someone who, you’ve come to understand, may carry pain even deeper than yours. He or she may never return. They may never say sorry. And still... you love them. You want them to heal. Not because you’re waiting… But because you’ve stopped needing closure to offer peace. Letting go doesn’t always mean cutting someone off in anger. Sometimes, it means releasing them softly— with a heart that still trembles but stays open. It means choosing to love without attachment… To offer a blessing without expecting anything in return. At some point, it’s no longer about revenge. It’s no longer even about the apology that never came. It becomes about something quieter. Something deeper. Peace. For both hearts. For the wound that lingers between them, Silently aching, ...to finally stop bleeding. Forgiveness is not the end of healing. It’s the outcome of healing. Lydia .  Loss rearranges us.
It has a way of bringing us to our knees-- and maybe even, to our truth. It strips away the noise, the distractions, our illusions of control. It interrupts life as we thought we always knew it-- and in its place, a mirror… unforgiving. Unblinking. A raw face of what was not fully understood before: The way a body absorbs sorrow. The toll of unresolved strain. The quiet suffering that goes unseen for far too long. How our emotional lives anchor in our blood pressure, our arteries, our migraines, our fatigue, our oppression... Our bodies speak when our hearts cannot. In spaces where pain is silently carried. Where love, unattended, slowly starves the spirit and shapes the course of life. We learn how love lingers in the cracked spaces. How memory becomes marrow-- invisible, yet life-giving. We learn the language of absence. Of unfinished conversations. Of laughter that still hums in the bones long after the voice is gone. We carry both the ache and the light. We hold what couldn’t be healed, alongside what was given freely: a glance, a touch, a moment of knowing. Such is the quiet dignity of sorrow. And somehow, we go on and are more human for it. Lydia  Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to belong, not just to a place, but to a story. What’s in a name? A nationality? To me, identity is not merely inherited but shaped by our ancestors, the lessons they passed down, and the values we uphold. It is a reflection of our history, our struggles, and the determination that shapes both our past and our future. In these past few weeks, I’ve marvelled at how Canadian identity remains a faithful foundation—built on pride, strength, honour, and solidarity, bound together by the stories of those who came before us, even those who paid the price so that we might stand here today–still searching, still fighting, still insisting on the truth of who we are.
Relationships, whether between people or nations, are tested in moments of strain: how we love, how we care, how we hold on to each other in times of struggle. As the longstanding friendship between Canada and the U.S. faces newfound tension following Trump’s tariff changes, I am reminded that our national identity is not just a foundation—it is a force that unites us, too. It is about how we show up for one another, how we resist threats that seek to divide, and how we insist on justice even when it comes at a cost. Across our provinces, from bustling metropolises to quiet rural towns, the Canadian flag waves– not as decoration but as a declaration– as a testament to our resilience and values. In the face of economic shifts and political uncertainty, pushback slogans such as “Elbows Up” and “Buy Canadian” reaffirm what defines us—our commitment to peace, sovereignty, inclusion, and mutual respect. Though challenges may come, the spirit of Canada remains resolute, and firm in its vision for a future where unity prevails over division. For much of my life, I saw myself as Polish first. It’s what I was taught, what I knew. Though born in Canada, my sense of self was deeply tied to my family’s history, their struggles, and the way they carried home with them wherever they went. But belonging is not just about inheritance. It is about choice. Over time, I have come to embrace what it means to be a proud Canadian—not as a replacement for my roots, but as an expansion of them. Canada has never asked me to choose between past and present, between where I come from and where I am headed. Instead, it has given me the freedom to carry both– the tenacity of my ancestors alongside the values of inclusion, diversity, and shared purpose. My father’s life mirrors this harmony between ancestry and identity. During World War II, he was a Polish soldier and a secret school teacher, standing bravely against oppression. Before being sent to a concentration camp, he assumed a new identity—a decision that likely saved his life. After the war, with Stalin’s shadow falling over Poland, returning to his true name– or country– was impossible. And yet, he remained himself. He fought for his homeland, and later, when he came to Canada, he fought in a different way—through words, through community, through ensuring that Polish Canadians never forgot where they came from. He embraced Canada not because it replaced his identity but because it allowed him to live safely under the name that protected him while still honouring his true self. And this, I have learned, is the heart of belonging—not favouring one over the other, but embracing the space between, where all of who we are is held with both love and integrity. Just as I have sought to reconcile my Polish heritage with my Canadian identity, our nation must also recognize that self-governance is more than economy or borders—it is about the values we choose to uphold. It is about how we define ourselves in the face of external pressures, how we hold firm in our convictions, and how we refuse to let others dictate who we are. Now, as we face new political and economic challenges, we must remember that our independence, like our identity, is worth defending. Today, as I watch tensions between Canada and the U.S. escalate, I am reminded of how history often begins with economic justifications, only to reveal deeper ambitions. Hitler, too, framed his early policies as economic revitalization, using national strength as a rallying cry before unleashing something far more horrendous. Trump’s aggressive tariffs are only the beginning—he has openly questioned Canada’s sovereignty, going so far as to suggest we should become the 51st U.S. state. These statements are not just reckless rhetoric; they are calculated tactics that threaten our freedom, the very foundation of our national security and identity. In response, Canadians are resisting—boycotting American goods, rallying behind local businesses, and standing together in firm defiance. Our country is not defined by external pressures but by the strength of its people. I am reminded of my father’s words, We do not back down. We do not yield. And we will not let anyone—no matter how powerful—define who we are. But resilience is not just about resistance; it is about actively shaping the future we want to see. Together, we must invest in our societies, support policies that endorse our values, and engage in meaningful dialogue. True patriotism is not about isolation—it is about strengthening what makes us who we are. It’s about devotion and love. While Canada and the U.S. share deep economic and cultural ties, ensuring our independence requires vigilance and a steadfast commitment to our identity and ideals. After all, as we've recently seen, the tides of diplomacy can change swiftly, reminding us of the importance of staying true to our principles and that our country is only as strong as our willingness to defend it. So what can we do? We can engage in civic participation, vote with intention, support Canadian industries, and educate ourselves on the policies that shape our nation’s future. We can reflect on our heritage, the sacrifices that have shaped us and what it means to be Canadian, using the lessons of our past to inform the choices we make today. Each of us has a role to play—whether in our communities, workplaces, or families. Let us actively define the future we envision. Patriotism is not just about remembering where we came from—it’s about taking responsibility for where we are going. And as history has shown, Canada is strongest when its people stand together. Oh Canada! |
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