Love as a power can go anywhere. It isn't sentimental. It doesn't have to be pretty, yet it doesn't deny pain.

We truly can reconfigure how we see ourselves and reclaim the love for ourselves that we’re innately capable of.

Although love is often depicted as starry-eyed and sweet, love for the self is made of tougher stuff.

Even as we recognize our resentment, bitterness, or jealousy, we can also honor our own wish to be happy, to feel free.

These are times when sympathetic joy comes naturally, but in a complex relationship the heart may not leap up so easily.

Just as a prism refracts light differently when you change its angle, each experience of love illuminates love in new ways, drawing from an infinite palette of patterns and hues.