It’s all about “The matters of the heart,” just show me the love!

I can’t help thinking that February, truly being one of the coldest months of the year, is all about love. This year, cold is understating it, clearly one of the coldest Februarys I can remember, and I would say the country agrees with me. I guess St. Valentine must have been in a warm place for celebrating love and matters of the heart.

Although for many parts of the country and world February is “cold,” the heart remains always warm. Valentine’s Day can bring up wonderful feelings, and also painful ones. Wonderful feelings, of course, if you have love in your life, which of course may not be “just” romantic partnership love, but a significant love in your life, your family, children, friends, and for many “fur” beings. After all, who can define what love is for one person may be so different for another.

I have heard for most of my adult life, working with the loss of loved ones who are left here in the physical world, how that deep loss of love is moment by moment, going through the days, months, and beyond. Those intense feelings when there is a loss, and how it impacts so much of our lives. How we are told to get over it, move on, it’s been a year. Hard in our culture to be brutally honest. Those days, months, and years are trigger points. I, too, personally remember the loss this month of my beloved nephew, whose birthday is February 13th. He crossed over in 2004. Noted as trigger points.

What I can share is knowing without question that love goes on; no physical death will ever change that. I will see him again and share our bond of love, maybe different, maybe another time, or whatever our souls decide. I truly believe love never dies; maybe we travel a different journey, but we decide our paths.

I’ve worked in the love and loss world for over 40 years, and I can say without question, love continues with or without our physical bodies.

So, maybe St. Valentine had some wise words to say. Thus below:

“For this was on Valentine’s Day

When every foul cometh there to chase his make

Of every kynde that men thynke may

And that so huge a noise gan they make

That erthe, and eyr, and tre, and every lake

So full was that unethe that there was no space

For me to stand, so full was all the place.”

In modern English:

“For this was on Saint Valentine’s Day

When every bird comes there to choose its match

Of every kind that men may think of

And that so huge a noise they began to make

That earth and air and tree and every lake

Was so full that not easily was there space

For me to stand—so full was all the place.”

Thus the words of Valentine!

I’ll be in California for most of February. I may still have sessions available for in-person private and small groups. Check out my site or email my office to see what I have available. Hope to see many of you, I’ve missed the last couple of years.

Always love,

Warmly,
Suzane