A Valentine’s song for true love

I listen to lots of music. And every once in a while, a song lyric will stop me in my tracks. Last week, it was this hook from “Flower in the Gun” by Michael Franti & Spearhead:

We could be the healin’
When you’re feeling all alone
We could be the reason
To find the strength to carry on
In a world that’s so divided
We shall overcome
We could be the healing
We can be the flower in the gun

This song came to me as I was pondering the idea of Living in Love—the theme of this week’s Valentine’s night Qoya class. In the ad for the class I pose the question, “What would our world be like if each of us chose love? Every. Single. Time.” That, to me, is true love.

I wish I could say that I do, but the truth is I don’t choose love Every. Single. Time. It is so very easy to follow the brain into judgement because that’s what the brain is designed to do. And being the flower in the gun takes courage. You have to put yourself inside the thing that scares you the most and trust that all will be well. 

So, this Valentine’s Day, I’m challenging myself to choose love. I’m sure I’ll screw it up sometimes, and I will have to love myself enough to be okay with that. I can grow a new flower. Want to join me?

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Jennifer Reeve

Jennifer works as a healing guide by teaching Qoya and yoga, facilitating moon circles and providing energy healings and readings. Her aim is to help people connect with their Divine essence through movement, meditation and time in nature. Her work is guided by the belief that the feminine voice, power and magic are needed on earth now more than ever before!

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