Today is Valentine’s Day. I am reminded of love. Not the kind of love pushed down our throats or incentivized by Hallmark, but the love that comes from authentic connection and self-expression; the kind that comes from vulnerability and humility; the kind that feels playful and never-ending. It reminds me of John Coltrane’s, A Love Supreme. I had that album in the early 90s. Back when we had albums! Vinyl records and record players. Jazz (and opera) never sounded so good, especially in big open loft spaces (the kind you find in Northern California.) My life is better now than it was back then, but I remember how good the music was. And the key players that were in my life back then are still in it now. Many of them are still my best friends. I met them before leaving for New York. I met them before I got rid of my jazz records. Life is full of changes. Changes are part of life. But nothing, nothing is a bigger part of life than love. I don’t care what you have or what you go through or what you see or what you do — life is about love. The kind of love you get from family & friends, the love you get for doing good work or being yourself, the kind of love you receive for simply existing on the planet.
The next time you feel the warm sun shining on your face, or a cool breeze teasing you as it rhythmically blows by — feel how loved you are.
Know how loved you are.
You are love.
You are loved and love itself.
Happy Valentine’s Day!