Valentine’s Day may be the most commercialized holiday of all. It has a way of pressuring couples into buying things they don’t need with money they may or may not have, while leaving single people feeling worthless.
The day for love is every day, unless you need a reason for people to buy things, in which case the love is romantic, and love becomes a performance rather than something that’s already sewn into the seams of our world.
Despite my reservations for the holiday, I thought it a great opportunity to share with you the onslaught of heart objects, shapes, and things that have chased me over the last twelve years.
Make no mistake, I’m not out here looking for heart symbols in my travels. I’ve instead been haunted by them everywhere I go. Sometimes they appear in typical places—a chalk drawing on the sidewalk, a rock, a carving on a chair.
But then one day I was shaking my foundation to get the powder ready for my brush, and I saw this…
…and it didn’t end there.
They appear in my drinks, spilled liquids, and just about anything you can think of. One of my favorites is when I came home from errands to find that a squirrel had taken a heart-shaped chunk out of one of my pumpkins.
There are many other strange coincidences and paranormal experiences I’ve had that I don’t talk about here (or anywhere, really), and if I were to share them I’d probably do so on another newsletter. But this particular synchronicity aligns with Metanoia, so I thought it relevant and necessary to share in this space.
I have no idea what this means, and your guess is as good as mine, especially since I haven’t been able to find much about the meaning of this symbol other than it once represented foliage and somehow took on the meaning of romantic love in the 13th century. Many suggest that it’s a message from deceased loved ones, but this phenomenon started before the people I loved started dying.
Sometimes I feel like I have more support from the spirit world than I do in the flesh. Not everyone gets to have people. As if I were in some kind of cosmic joke, this little guy eventually found his way to me in response:
Calling it a haunting is a polite way of putting it. At this point it’s more like being hunted down by hearts.
In all seriousness, I’m grateful to have a persistent signal of affirmation in a world that can feel loveless, and if you relate to that feeling, I hope some indication of compassion and grace finds its way to you, keeping you company on the long journey home.
Ricardo looks like a great editor.♡
Blessed be.