As the month of February unfolds we often are surrounded by messages of Love for the tradition of Valentine's Day.  Although Romantic Love is  beautiful, a deeper compassionate love for ourselves, others and all of life forms, is the truest and purist of love. 

I started off 2009 with becoming a Karuna Reiki® Master.  Karuna is a Sankrit word that means compassionate action.  As William Rand states, "it is a compassion that comes from an unbounded sea of love and, when combined with wisdom can take one to enlightenment."

In past years, I have suggested a month long commitment of showing extra care and love to others.  Instead of just focusing on Valentine's Day, let's once again use this month as a way to show everyone that they are loved.

This is the message of our new era also - A Kinder, Gentler World To Live.

Random Acts of Kindness Week runs from February 9th through February 15th.  Let's extend it to the entire month!  Or how about a life time!

Choose a different activities and act of kindness every day.  Some ideas may include:

• Leave flowers on someone's front steps or desk anonymously.

• Slip a $20 bill to a person who you know is having financial difficulties.

• Pay the tolls for someone.

• Pay for someone's breakfast or lunch at a restaurant anonymously.

• Say something nice and genuine to everyone you meet...including folks that may annoy you.

• Smile and say "hello" to someone you don't know

• Call, write, or email someone and tell them you care.

No act is too small.  And most importantly, show yourself self love this month.  Many of you that have taken the Power Of Manifesting Workshop have written a "Love Letter" to yourself.  Try this.  It may seem difficult at first, however, once you sit down and do this you will find it so healing. 

Lastly, I often reprint the story below in February as a reminder of how Love Heals.

Psychiatrist George Ritchie in his book "Return from Tomorrow,"  tells the story of Wild Bill.

"Wild Bill was an inmate of one of the concentration camps, but he seemed like he wasn't there for a long time, as his posture was straight, his eyes bright and his energy high.  Wild Bill worked fifteen or more hours a day, while the rest of us were dropping with fatigue.  One day I learned that he was there for six years.  He had the same starvation diet as the rest of us, slept in the same disease-ridden barracks, but without the same deterioration.  Wild Bill was the camp's greatest assets, always spreading love and forgiveness.  "It is not easy for them to forgive," I told Bill one day.  Then I heard his story.

"We lived in the Jewish section of Warsaw he stated.  My wife, our two daughters and our three little boys.  When the German's reached our streets they lined everyone against a wall and opened up with machine guns.  I begged to be allowed to die with my family, but because I spoke German they put me in a work camp as a translator.  I had to decide right then whether to let myself hate the soldiers who had done this.  It was an easy decision really.  I was a lawyer.  In my practice I had seen too often what hate could do to people's minds and bodies.  Hate had just killed the six people who mattered most to me in the world.  I decided then and there that I would spend the rest of my life - whether it was  a few days or many years - loving every person I came in contact with."

Love Heals