Angels in our atmosphere

Dear soul escorted by angels Sara, I see angels everywhere. Especially now, while the world is worlding. Not just the winged ones—But the ones in grocery store lines, in unexpected texts, in strangers who say the perfect thing at the perfect time. I don't need anyone to believe in angels.I just feel them. This one, I painted from memory. Some people say, "I don't believe in angels." I smile inwardly and think, That's alright. They still believe in you. You don't have to name them or notice them.They still show up. Some wear boots. Some wear sorrow. Some carry tea. Some adjust the volume on your fear. They speak the language of love fluently. They don't need credit.They just need space. And I believe they are all-ways arriving for assignments. Since I live and love with the Angel of Love—my husband David—he'll probably be reading your stories right along with me. He delights in angel moments too, in the smallest sparks and the boldest miracles. I don't just think he's an angel—I often experience him that way. Or maybe we all are angels, when we remember. And if you do believe in angels— Maybe this is your invitation to call one closer. Or to be one for someone else today. 💌 I'd love to hear about your angel moments, miracle moments, or unexpected blessings. Have you ever received a kindness that felt like more than coincidence? Has someone ever shown up just when you needed them most? Or maybe you were the angel—without even realizing it. Leave a comment or reply and share your angel story—seen or unseen, big or small. I believe in the magic of what we share. , If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US

With a book in my mouth

Dear enraptured soul Sara, I love poetry. Here's an excerpt from a favorite poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, alongside a photo of some art pages from one of my journals: "If I ever see a russet apple tree, I shall climb it. And with a book in my hand. Or, if I find that I must use both hands now when I climb an apple tree, then with a book in my mouth." That last line makes me swoon with pleasure and memory. As a young girl, I used to climb into the branches of a crabapple tree, where I had fashioned a little seat—just for me. I'd read there with both legs dangling, hidden in the leaves, utterly transported. And today, I'm sending a glittery birth🎈day greeting to our dear friend Vanda Marlow—a poetry lover and radiant writer. Maybe you'll join me in a shared celebration of words and wonder—because poetry connects us, and love travels faster than time. Do you have a favorite poem or a line that lives in your heart? I'd love to know. , If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US

VAVOOM for the Fathers

Dear Appreciator of Magic Sara, On this Father's Day, I'm celebrating the soul I'm blessed to love and co-create with: my darling husband David, also known as the Angel of Love. Here he is on the cover of a book I made for him on his birthday. Before becoming visible in our work at Planet SARK, David was a successfull Hollywood movie producer and agent, quietly helping other people's dreams come true. After his divorce, he rebuilt from the inside out and emerged with a new devotion: to love the world awake. Today, he shares daily audio love notes with our community, co-mentors our clients, and teaches as the House of Ever Expanding Bliss. He lives in his VAVOOM: Visibility And Visioning Opening Opportunities Miraculously. I wish that for every father. David also co-created two now-grown children, whom I call my miracle children. It is one of my great joys to witness him as a father. He radiates qualities I wish every child could receive—whether they are a son, daughter, nonbinary, trans, queer, questioning, or simply becoming who they truly are. He offers: 🩷 Abiding love 💛 Deep attention 🧡  Steady wisdom 💜 Humor and emotional fluency 💚 A heart that  stays open—even when it wants to hide 💙 A willingness to be real—even when it's messy ✨ Happy Fathering Day to all kinds of fathers—biological, chosen, godfathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, and father-hearted beings of all genders. With love that expands and includes, , p.s. David and I read many of the responses to these notes with so much love. If you ever feel moved to reply, we'd be honored to receive it. While we won't be responding directly, your words truly matter and are always welcome. If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US

Unexpected sweetness

Dear beloved human Sara, Ten years ago, when my then-fiancé John was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, I decided to give up eating refined sugar. I had long struggled with sugar and couldn't seem to eat it in moderation—ever. I tried to quit many times, and always went back. Now it's been ten years without it, and I doubt I'll ever return. I discovered that it wasn't the substance I was craving so much as the feeling—I wanted more sweetness in my life. Poet and psychologist Marion Woodman once said: "The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or sweetness." That idea lit something up in me. I began wildly experimenting with this concept and realized I didn't need sugar at all to feel happy. I wrote this in the 25th anniversary edition of Succulent Wild Woman: Some things that feel sweet to me are: indelible kisses, extensive self-hugging, clean sheets, sudden spontaneous naps, voluminous reading, seeing babies' bare feet, eating mangoes naked, admiring flowers that make me gasp with their beauty, seeing slants of sunshine, soaking in lavender baths, and anything at all to do with kittens. Here's to the expected and unexpected sweetnesses in our lives. May we give them. May we receive them. May we be them. Can you relate? Do you want more sweetness in your life? What feels sweet to you? Let me know. , If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US

LOVE from all the heartFULL people + animals

Dear bubbling with love Sara, Happy Jubilant June! I send you: 🌀LOVE from all the heartFULL people and animals to swirl you with more love and surround you with grace I send you: 🌀A basket full of dreams and a soft blanket to lie down on I send you: 🌀The courage and willingness to heal from the traumas along your path I send you: 🌀The ability to stand up to injustice and the vision to create new routes for new conditions can be born I send you: 🌀Fortitude and alchemy for worries or anxieties that like to arise in the middle of the night I send you: 🌀The shining awareness that you GLOW in your daily life I send you: 🌀Daily self-hugging, and exquisite self-care for you and your beautifull soul. David and I both send you all the love in the world and in every dimension.  Which of these gifts are you most ready to receive this month? We'd love to know what's lighting up your heart. Reply if you wish! , Susan (SARK) David (Angel of Love)  If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US

Notes 🎼 from the afterlife

Dear benevolent soul of love Sara, My beloved fiancé John, who died in 2016, was also my first-ever co-author. Together, we published a book called Succulent Wild Love: Six Powerful Habits for Feeling More Love More Often. Now my husband and Angel of Love David and I are living the pages of that book — and beyond. One of John's particular sensitivities was that he really didn't like glitter. Which is especially funny when you consider that I'm an artist who loves bright colors and  lots of glitter. John was a very organized Virgo, born and educated in Germany, and he liked things to be just so. Right after we finished writing our book, the publishers sent us a copy tied up with a big glittery bow. Before I could caution him, John tugged hard on the bow, and glitter sprayed everywhere — especially all over his black sweater. I made it worse by laughing. Fast forward to his celebration of life in April of 2016: Someone I didn't know well came up to me and said, "Pardon my appearing here uninvited. This makes no logical sense, but John is very persistent. He came into my dream twice and told me to go to a certain store near where I live, and buy this necklace for you. He told me exactly where it would be, and even on which shelf. And there it was." Of course, I told her the story of the glittery bow and John's extreme reaction to it. We both marveled — at John, and at the great mysteries of the spirit world. I marveled even more that she had received that dream twice, bought the necklace, and driven many miles just to deliver it to me. The glitter necklace reads Fearless. And I've taken it to mean that John is no longer afraid of glitter- or anything else. I send you the mysteries of the afterlife, the (responsible) use of glitter, and miracles that appear in your life — and you noticing and naming them. Let me know if you have received afterlife messages, I'll love to hear. , If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US

The Big Romance is You

Dear loving soul of bright wonder Sara, Here I am the other night, after demonstrating the story for our dear friends about when I started writing on the window shade with a big fat Sharpie pen to remind myself that I was loved. I needed those kinds of reminders after my fiancé John died in 2016. That was also when I began slow dancing with myself in the living room after dinner. At first, it felt awkward and a little ridiculous—and then something shifted. It became a balm. It became a ritual. It became a relationship. I became an incredibly loving dance partner to myself. I realized I was romancing myself in my own life. So what is romancing yourself? I define it like this: Romancing yourself means lovingly tending to your own aliveness, beauty, and wonder—with gestures of devotion that come not from obligation, but from delight. It can be as simple as:     •    Speaking to yourself like someone you adore.     •    Tucking yourself into bed like you are your own beloved.     •    Writing yourself a love letter and hiding it in a book to find later.     •    Leaving a note for yourself on the bathroom mirror that says, "I see you." This kind of romancing is not about pretending life is always lovely. It's about finding the love in life—even when it's falling apart. Especially when it's falling apart. When John died, I thought the love had ended. But one of my mentors, Patricia, taught me: "Love doesn't come from a person. It comes through them." That changed everything. It meant love didn't end—it just changed forms. And the love of the world is reflected from them to me, and from me to myself. This knowing results in being able to experience SO MUCH more love. I've noticed how attached we can become to loving certain people and animals, which is wonderfull—of course. The challenge is that we begin to believe that the love itself comes from them. And when—and if—that source changes or goes away, it can be beyond devastating. This helped me so much in the two years I was so deeply grieving the physical loss of John and welcoming a new epic love- which came in the form of David. It showed me that love could change shape and form and come beautifully through other sources, and keep coming.  David and I have been loving the world together since May 21, 2018. Happy anniversary to my darling husband and Angel of Love, David!  And we've learned that the most lasting romance is the one we have with ourselves. Romancing yourself isn't idealistic—it's a daily form of spiritual resilience. It's a return to love, again and again, especially when everything else feels like too much. It's how we remember we are not lost. This is how we stay found. It's also one of the main vows in our marriage: Tend to your own alignment first. As much as possible, we come to each other filled—not empty, not waiting to be rescued, but already lit from within. This light is replenished by romancing ourselves in our daily lives. And we teach this too: That you are your own great love story. That you don't have to wait to be chosen. You're already chosen. By you. So, if you're grieving—romance yourself. If you're joyfull—romance yourself. If you're tired or stuck or unsure—romance yourself. It doesn't require extra time. It asks only for extra presence. Love is always waiting inside you, ready to be revealed in new and unexpected ways. And sometimes, it looks like a big fat Sharpie on a window shade. Let us know how you are romancing yourself in your own life—or how you'd like to. , Susan (aka SARK) + David (aka the Angel of Love) If you wish to stop receiving our emails or change your subscription options, please manage your subscription. 1288 Columbus Ave, #151, City Of Love, SARK Francisco, CA 94133, US