A letter from the past |

Sweet girl, dear one, darling, All will be well. Strife and struggle and effort are only part of the journey. So are rest and hope and just being without any big meaning at all. Impact, consequence, pain, response, communication, feedback comes all the time in many ways and cannot be controlled. You are loved. You are love. The Land holds you, mama earth will repair, you know her and she knows you and you are never alone. Let it be and keep breathing breathing breathing. It’s not all on your strong shoulders. Eyes open, heart open. Get your money sorted, but know that is a limited part of reality. Your generosity and intention is not to be shamed. Get your home sorted but know that it will all pass away. Your nest is not to be shamed. Get dancing, get singing, get walking. Your humanness, your voice, your body ARE NOT TO BE SHAMED. Cry as you need to, eat as you need to, laugh as you need to, rest as you need to. Acceptance of all that is, of the whole ecosystem and reality, including your silly little badass self. I love you. You are loved. You are love. What a joy, what an honor, to be. All will be well, ultreia, Ever growing, LRN The window opening to the water; the couple painting their fence; the stream of pilgrims starting the day strong; the bartender practicing her English with you; the desire desire desire of all the people to be happy; laughing endlessly and effortlessly with Cindy; full packs and light hearts; countless life moments keep coming.