A letter from Mar 12, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I hope you're doing well, love. I can't tell you how scared we are right now, but there's still a part of me that's hopeful for our future. It's often hard to keep the dark at bay, to ignore the myriad voices that whisper, so full of fear...but when they are quiet, hope flickers still. I do my best to hold on to that, and I know you do too. I hope it's easier for you. I want so much to believe that we can still build the life we've always dreamed of, more or less. I want the medieval cottage full of love and art, a safe space where we're content, where our friends go for comfort, where everyone who crosses the threshold feels safe, and warm, and welcome. I want it, with all of my heart. Warmth. Safety. Gods, safety...are we safe where you are? I hope so. Please, keep creating. Keep making art and sharing your magic with anyone who's willing to accept it, and even those who don't. Make sure you're moving and doing and LIVING. Dance, sing, create, move...drink of life readily, with insatiable thirst. Do not settle. You are worthy of all the love and happiness shown to you, and more. You are so strong. I am proud of us. Everyone else is, too. You know it in your heart to be true. I believe in you. - 3/12/2024 You