A letter from Nov 16, 2022

Dear Mitra, I wonder where in the world you are right now. How bright are you shining? Never you mind, because I love you and I trust you. I entrust my whole soul to you, just like you do to me. I like this back and forth ball game. I am you and you are me, I live for you, you live because of me. I just want you to know this: you are a good person, and you always were. You always, always were. I am sitting in my global minds class in Warsaw. Its 4 pm, the sun has almost set. Do you remember your hopes for the winter? You hoped that the stillness, the quiet would let you hear yourself. Or it would let you quieten yourself and listen, instead, to the world around you. Either way, you hoped for growth. You hoped for intensity, for feeling, softness. You wished for this particular brand of uncertainty. You chose this BECAUSE you didnt know where it would lead. Where has it lead? Are you more yourself? Are you grounded? Are you honest? Have you been creating? What are you writing about? I just want you to know that I love you. That whatever ripples through your arteries, whether it is fear, doubt, guilt, sadness, arrogance, love, overconfidence, whatever it is, it is not truly, essentially you. Who you are is a gentle breeze. The softest, gentlest touch. I want you to always remember that. Right now, we are in a bit of a conundrum, if im being honest with you (and I hope i always will be, i hope i learn more and more what honesty feels like and I hope we cultivate that between us.) I dont feel too good about how I have acted. There is something I need to set right, there are some people (including me) that I need to set free. Babygirl, i am learning about love so that you can have it better. Please make better choices. I am doing this all for you. Please understand how beautiful you are. And please understand that real, real beauty does not need power over something or somebody else. I want us to stop seeking and yearning. I want us to see what it is we already have. And i want you to know that no matter who is around you, who is more successful or accomplished or cooler or seemingly better, it doesn't matter. It is your eyes that see them and your mind that creates them. You have it in you too. I want you to touch yourself. I want you to hold yourself. I love you. You do not have to try to make the world hear you. You just have to listen to yourself. You just have to spend time hearing all your voices, and nurturing that soft truth that sings quietly inside you. I am beginning to do that today, for us. I love you. Have I told you that? I love you. I hope you are creating. I hope you are nourished. I know people will resonate with what you create, because I know you are honest. And baby, I hope love feels better for you. I hope it feels calm. Peaceful. Secure. I hope you have your own space, even if it is just psychological. I hope you are a flourishing, blooming adult. How good have you gotten at cooking, by the way? I love you. I just want you to know that you do have an effect on the lives around you. It is simply who you are. And your job is to simply cultivate gentleness and honesty. To figure out what the barriers are inside of you that prevent yourself from shining most bright. You have nothing to prove. Everything to express. Expression, creation, love, gentleness, healing. I love you. You are so, so intelligent and so strong and so fiercely compassionate. I love the living daylights out of you. Keep going. And remember, you are still so young. You still have so, so much time. Continue to help and touch people like a soft mountain stream. Cool, refreshing, stingingly real and therefore surreal, glacially pure, earthily dirty, humanly polluted, mixed with mineral soil and ground. Grounded yet fluid. I love you. Take care. Be good. You are good. Be brave. Listen to yourself. Only you can give yourself the assurance, only you can encourage your voice to be louder. And please, write. Create. Work Heal. Always pay attention to those around you. I love you. Love (in case I haven't mentioned that already), Me.