A letter from Jun 11, 2026

hi lover, you are a lover. are you not? bursting at the seams with love for this life that is yours, this unique arrangement of beauty, this dance of disappearances & reappearances. let this be your reminder to write yourself love letters, to pour into your own cup first, to be viscerally here with every sensation that arises, in you. let loving yourself be a cornerstone of your creative practice, or perhaps, your entire creative practice. what then? it's like ganavya says - there is so much beauty & comfort in being in love & just being. it's not conceited to be in love with yourself. be in love with yourself. there are many muses, many faces, many tastes, many stories, all around me. i am enveloped in abundance - there is soul & inspiration everywhere i look. but the one inside fascinates me most. attention is a magic multiplier. are you continuing to pay close attention to everything around you & inside you? i know you are full of stories, because i am full of stories. do not lose sight of play in their holy excavation. what you notice, notices you. what you seek out, seeks you out. this is not belief, this is knowing. the kind that rattles your bones when you make unflinching eye contact with the dragonfly perched on your phone's edge. our more than human kin have souls too. the dragonfly, the blue jay, the trees, the sea of peonies. there are as many breathing beings as there are stars decorating the milky mosaic of the night sky. the vastness makes me giddy, & that's when it dawns on me just how human i am. mortal flesh, gaping wound, scar tissue. secret waterfall, river of blood, baptism by *****. into new life. into the now. do not fear ending or *****. they are your friends, too. your holy helpers in the alchemical process. trust your own metamorphosis. the chrysalis has visions & messages she's been waiting a long time to show you. you too, carry imaginal cells - ancestral wisdom which will hold you through every transformation. ask for more. ask for your wettest, wildest dreams. don't settle for a spoonful of nectar when you can swirl all five fingers in the jar. let life trickle down your arms & drip from your elbows. think often about what it means to be erotic. beyond this thirst for flesh, this hunger for skin against skin. what does intimacy mean to you? no hands can touch what these words can undress, infused with the fire & passion of a thousand constellations. what cage have you locked your godhood inside? are you sure it's locked? because from where i am, the latch looks open. i know your wings are trembling to take flight. give them permission. fly. fly dangerously close to the sun. maybe swallow him whole. you are magic. yes, it's true. regardless of where you go. in sweet remembrance, your beloved, & in many ways, also you.