images-1I’ve often thought of magic as the ability to change reality at will. And I’ve since learned that anytime I yearn to experience a miracle, all I have to do is open my heart. That is my favorite kind of magic–witnessing the human heart opening to love, be it my own heart or anyone else’s. When we open our own, it holds the ripe potential to open other hearts. My prayer on this Valentine’s Day is that we love ourselves so much that we let our light shine so bright that others can feel our love and let their light shine too, let their heart open, let themselves be loved and simply, and boldy, love.


Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky—as though

all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings.”
― Mary Oliver, Dream Work




Even in our suffering, may we remember that we are love, loved and lovable:

I yearn to be held
In the great hands of your heart—
Oh let them take me now.
Into them I place these fragments, my life.         ~Rilke

Oh sun, illuminate my heart

so that it too

may be healed,

so that it too

may do your work.


Happy Valentine’s Day

with loving kindness for you, for me, for all beings,