For the last three years I've run this story from "Outrageous Openness: Letting the Divine Take the Lead" during the week before Valentine's Day. It really sums up how I feel about the day.
And every year I receive AMAZING emails from folks all over the place who have done stuff similar to what I describe. Their generous actions usually move me to tears. Sometimes they say the prayer I mention here and an idea arises through a dream or a meditation of what they are meant to do. Other times, they just head off on Valentine's Day itself with the offering in their hearts and see what happens. Spontaneous magic ensues.
Anyway, if you've never read this, or even if you have, here you go. I'm posting a few days earlier since it may give you some ....ideas.
GIVING THE WORLD A HEART
When it’s over I want to say, I was the bride married to amazement I was the bridegroom taking the whole world in my arms --Mary Oliver
I’ve had an ambivalent relationship to Valentine’s Day since I was a teen. Odd because with Libra Rising and being born the Year of the Sheep, I’ve got a romantic streak as deep as the Caspian Sea.
But it’s always just seemed wrong that a holiday of the heart would have such narrow parameters and limited goals. As if the strongest force on the planet could only have been created for one other special person to receive.
The Universal Shakti just seems so much more diverse and innovative than that.
Maybe it’s my four planets in Aquarius, but I often think of love in a global, not just personal, way. Wouldn’t it be great if there was a day where everyone blanketed this tired, ailing planet with an unbridled, riotous array of blessings? With random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty like that old saying?
One particular Valentine’s Day years ago changed my life. A brilliant butch playwright-goddess-girl who rode a black Kawasaki ended our union—on February 12. I stood in a phone booth on Valencia Street sobbing to a friend.
From the corner of my eye I saw a homeless guy walk by pushing a shopping cart, glancing my way. A few minutes later he returned.
“For you, lady,” he said, looking straight into me and offering a perfect huge white gardenia that I had no blessed idea where he could have possibly found. “Don’t cry, baby, it’ll all work out. I promise.”
So of course, I cried harder. And gave him a big hug and every bill in my purse. Something about him just cracked my heart open to fill the sky.
The next day rather than whining about the surprise break-up, I felt inspired by this guy. I moved around the city just anonymously helping. I saw how many people, in relationships or not, felt profoundly miserable on this Alleged Big Day of Love. It felt incredible just to give to whoever crossed my path.
I held a prayer all day:
Wherever I can be a force for Love, please guide me. Take me wherever you wish me to go. Let me do your bidding.
Sure-fire route to The Best. Valentine’s Day. Ever.
Or maybe Best. Life. Ever.
Whether you’ve got a terrific partner,