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
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."
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.
is the message of our new era also - A Kinder, Gentler World To
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!
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
Pay the tolls for someone.
Pay for someone's breakfast or lunch at a restaurant
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.
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."