If we took the time to look, what would we see?

The bluebirds speed back and forth between

the white and plain wooden boxes. They check

and assess each one as carefully as any

human, determining which birdhouse they will

call home.

Time has allowed me growth. Three years ago, around the spring equinox, the seed and love for WholeHeart were planted after attending a seasonal workshop. The listening circles were a powerful germination of sources that I remembered that I tucked away for some time. Time allowed for the cultivation and nourishment of the seeds planted so long ago to grow.

It was this time last year. I found myself at Bolton, laden in ski gear for maybe the third time. Brilliant sunshine and the warmth of fellow Unlikely Riders sharing greetings and Morning Light’s steamed dumplings. Jason and I waded through puddles and the mud of Spring Equinox. Sliding on snow - certain firsts you don’t forget. The rush of flying. The thin veil, the thrill between trust and control… I had learned just enough to feel somewhat confident I might not die, propelled by the new realization that I could indeed slow down later.

This map is just a sampling of the places Valentines have been sent. May gratitude continue to grow in the mycelium and aquifers of heart-to-heart connections.

May these community created blessings warm you through these times - until we meet again in various ways, and interconnecting circles. Tuck them in your pocket or under your pillow for those times when you need reminders of the many ways you are connected.