A Blessing for the Separated


I do not know how long you have been wearing that name tag.

Whether it stays pinned to your breast day in and day out.

Or whether you have set it aside, only to look down on Valentine’s Day to see it unexpectedly stuck to the label of your blazer.

You can change that name. You can be called by your own choosing.






This then, is my blessing for you. May it be a good companion to you this Valentine’s Day.

Much Warmth,


A Blessing for the Separated


On this day of love,
I bless you in your parting
In the hot and the cold of it.
In the ebb and the flow of it

I bless you in the name of Saint Dwynwen,
Friend of the Brokenhearted,
She who sought love’s restoration.
She from whom flowed unexpected forgiveness.
She who prayed that all who love might find happiness

I bless you in the name of Saint Valentine,
single late in life, against his will,
against his wishes.
Who in a love-denied
extended compassion
to a hundred generations.

I bless you in the name of the Divine
who lives above the bonds of coupling
or uncoupling.
Who stands in Her own identity,
yet has the joyful of companionship of infinite souls.

I bless you in your in the days of strength
and in your  moments of sorrow
I bless your Compassion,
which flows from the bountiful fount of you;
and your Anger, which has, by rights, a voice of its own.

In this time of great upheaval
when the seas shift beneath you
may you find your own deep balance
lying there betwixt your ears,
behind your breastbone,
warm in the core of your belly.

And may you stand in prow of your own ship,
guiding your self-christened vessel,
to shores of you own choosing
where a peaceful story awaits you,
and sometimes, a star.

Amen. May it be so.


Rachelle Mee-Chapman, aka Magpie GirlRachelle Mee-Chapman comes with this caution taped to her forehead: WARNING: Falls frequently in love. She falls for neighors, English bulldogs, sons named Mumford, marinated yummy things, art, and the color of the sky reflecting of the buildings of Seattle.

She extends love to her readers at Magpie Girl where she offers care for creative souls; and to her travel-mates at Flock: an online soulcare community.

If this blessing was an act of love to you today, please pass it on to others. Feel free to share the link, for any or all of these blessings.

Love (of course!), Your Magpie Girl.

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Valerie February 14, 2011 at 3:48 am

Thank you for all of these Valentine’s Day blessings, Rachelle. They are tear-inducingly lovely! Today hardly even felt like a holiday until I came home to these. Much love to you x

Claudia Mair Burney February 14, 2011 at 3:00 pm

Pitch perfect.
Yes. YES! YES, damn it! I’m choosing STRONG; BRAVE; JOYFUL; LOVING; LOVED.

Thank you for this.

melanie February 14, 2011 at 3:44 pm

Thank you Rachelle. I love listening to the sound of your voice – it’s so calming!
Happy Valentines Day to you too :) xxx

Kate Phillips February 16, 2011 at 12:29 am

I loved them all! Utterly beautiful. Thank-you.

Elizabeth Sweeny February 16, 2011 at 8:21 am

I love the preface to this poem even more than the poem itself :) The idea of our “status” being a name we wear, and the various ways we are aware of that name, and the reminder that “You can be called by [a name of] your own choosing..”

Rachelle February 16, 2011 at 4:47 pm

I’m so glad this blessing touched your hearts.

Whenever I write blessings, I feel that “daemon” or “genius” that Elizabeth Gilbert talks about in her TED talk — what some would call Inspiration, Spirit, or Muse. I feel as though they come from me, but also from something beyond me. I get giddy getting them ready for whoever is bound to receive them.

Thank you all for letting me know that this touched you. (And thank you to The Muse as well.)


JR February 6, 2014 at 7:35 pm

Thank you for these blessings. But which one is for me? — my sweetheart and partner passed recently, so I’m not really partnered, but I’m not single. We are separated, not by a choice, but by a terrible unexpected stroke that took him suddenly. We didn’t get to take leave of each other, and I don’t when/if we’ll be together again. What is Valentine’s Day for the widowed?

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