Valentine's Schmalentines?

Many of us perhaps didn't foresee being where we find ourselves today...

February 14th comes around again, and it would be easy to think about the things we maybe do not have in our lives today. Easy perhaps, automatic maybe. But painful all the same.

Valentine's Day, like any other day, is ours to do as we wish. We can enjoy ourselves, or we can hurt ourselves, wishing things were other than they are. We have choices as to the direction in which we incline our thoughts, our minds, our actions and our hearts. Mourning what we lack might feel comfortable, and familiar but it's unlikely to induce the abundance we all deserve.

"All of our suffering in life is from saying we want one thing and doing another."

Debbie Ford

"The heart is itself its own medicine. The heart all its own wounds heals."

Hazrat Inayat Khan

Recovery is about learning to love ourselves. It can be a challenging journey, taking the risk to open our hearts to love but the love is there and its ours for the taking. True love, real love, flows out from each of us, to others, and back again. Today we can remind ourselves of this reality by doing something loving for ourselves.

To receive the love we want, we must first be very clear about what that looks like. We can only attract what we are ready to receive. Love is within our reach; it is possible to bring forth our heart's desire but we must first recognise the obstacles in our path, and learn to steer around them. The journey to open our hearts is a serious undertaking, often involving serious healing as we learn what love is.

"Be realistic. Plan for a miracle."

Bhagwan Shree Rajineesh

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