Sometimes I hold people in prayer. When marriages buckle, or someone dies, or health falters I send my love out to them.

It may seem ridiculous to believe that my small cup of caring could in any way lessen someone's pain. Yet I think of it like a homing pigeon. There is no real explanation for how a two pound bird could navigate the endless skies which of themselves offer not a whiff of bearings. Clouds skittle by. Wind dances with abandon. Trees grow and change garb and topple to the forest floor. No use counting on them to find your way.

Yet those humble pigeons hurl themselves into the air and with neither maps nor Siri, bring a message to someone a thousand miles away. Magnetoception. That's the elaborate word that claims to pin it down. But they don't fool me. It's magic.

So while I have no fistful of feathers to ferry my unspoken words of affection I believe with a bursting heart that they find their way home.