How to Cure a Lonely Heart
“There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money either.”
— Robert Graves

Are you in love? Are you lonely?
Hello Sweet Internet Peoples,
Thank you so much for coming to my page. Taking the time to read anything in the great furnace of our times is a very generous act.
Whether fictional, fantasized, or physical, I believe at the heart of romance are the very nutrients of life. Pleasure and joy, hope and comfort, discovery and excitement… to seek love is to seek living.
But while the path of love is full of elation, it also harbors many stumbles and steep ascents. Our hearts become heavy so easily. Modern life is a forest of frequent emotional thorn patches and increasingly less salves. Stress, anger, trauma, anxiety, isolation, lostness… All too common ailments we must too often bear alone. Not only are they painful, they stand between us and what I believe is our ultimate purpose: Love.
I think we are all feeling a little too lonely. I want my Substack to be a space where anyone can come when they want to feel closer to love. A refuge where people can easily pick up tools that help them to love themselves, others, and their own possibilities.
I firmly believe Love is a magic that can be practiced. We do not have to wait for mates and companions to harness the elation of being in love. It is a wellspring ready, waiting for us to tap it and revel in it’s healing embrace.
Here are some love spells you’ll find here:
Partnered activities
Mental exercises
Print-outs, worksheets, and workbooks
Meditations
Love stories
Interviews
The awe-inspiring and surprising gifts that come easily with the simple act of believing in the power of love.
I know I walk a fine line between hubris and passion, positioning myself as someone with a worthy perspective on the one thing that will give the most color to our lifetime, that we will aspire to more than anything: love. And I can accept that as someone who knows arrogance and deference will always run through my veins in tandem. I have worked very hard to love myself as an ever changing imperfect thing and part of that work I do with my writing here. At the very least, I practice what I preach. I only offer rituals I have tested and found nourishing. What higher form of love is there? To offer the nourishment we have. That’s all I really want to do here. To love people.
I am no great expert. I create these bits and pieces of love as much to learn how to feel it myself as to help others do the same. I can’t promise they will change anything. But I can promise they will introduce you to at least one more person who loves you.
Maybe that changes everything.
Love you; mean it,
Vic