A Love Letter
I said I was going to write you a love letter, so here I am with an unlatched and willing heart pondering what to share. Often, when I compose a letter to you, I look back through my journal. It allows me perspective with broader swaths. It shows the honest and more vulnerable parts, the patterns that I may not notice in the moment, day to day.
Do you look back in your journal or do you just keep on keeping on writing? Forgive me, I jump to conclusions. Do you write in a journal?
It’s funny how when you start doing something over and over again for so long you might think it’s a part of everyone’s landscape of living. Like breathing; everybody does it. And sometimes that thing you do over and over again becomes essential, as much as breathing. If writing is not like that for you, what is? Im curious. I want to know…cuz I love you.
Does it make you feel uncomfortable when I say I love you? I know for me, I give love easier than I receive it, but as of late, I have been softer on myself, practicing self care. Receiving love is becoming more familiar. And, let us not forget, there are countless spheres of love, endless realms. Love, though, is a word, like yoga, that is washed out, used far too broadly, and way too vaguely.
I need to clarify my heart, my clear heart, in the sphere of love that is pinpoint precise while spanning eons. You see, the love I feel for you is simply because your heart is beating and your mind is curious (therefore you are reading) and our paths have crossed at least once or we wouldn’t be here having this exchange.
I love you like I love the stars. Sometimes I forget to look up into the night sky or even ever be far enough away from civilization to be in the darkness needed to see the stars. When I close my eyes, in the dark of my inner world, there are many stars and did you know that 100 tons of stardust falls on the earth each year? I think about that when I harvest food from my garden.
In the dark of my inner world there are many stars. There are fields of wildflowers and dusty paths that lead to forgotten gardens and forests with glistening dew, dragonflies, and animals who talk to me without words. There are angels that I call upon and they do come when I call. They scoop me up in their angel wings. They caress my face and sweep away cobwebs that find place in the folds and crevices of my fears and insecurities. They remind me that I am loved and I am held in love. They gift me wisdom in the form of fine advice that I discover in the words laid down in the pages of my journals. All inside, behind my eyes, the Universe and all possibilities dance. My task is to become the threads that weave a world sourced by love into being.
What do you find deep inside when you close your eyes? I’m curious. I’d like to know…Cuz I love you.
