Dear Love, what would you have me know today? Oh, my little tender one where tears are always just below the surface. I adore that about you and it is what makes you so juicy. Do you recall how you worried about that when going though menopause that ever orifice was drying up? Well, that might be true for some of your bits, yet never for those tear ducts of yours.
You met another momma of child loss yesterday at the school you both have been involved with for years. That recognition as she mentioned her beloved son, at age five and you uttered Douglas’ name at almost twenty-five was palpable. A knowing swept across you, the one you swear you can recognize from miles away.
A fellow warrior momma who could have stopped breathing the day her son did, same as you, yet for some reason you did not, nor did she. I had you both on my invisible life support, you were intubated, in my spiritual ICU and I tended to the pair of you around the clock.
She asked you to put your contact info into her phone so that you might meet up for coffee. You hope that not too much time will pass because you feel cracked wide open once again, which is the way these last fifteen years have felt for you, haven’t they? Trust the process dear one and I’m so proud of you to listen to the nudges when you had every reason yesterday not to, something said, “Just go.” Aw, you see I knew that she would be there and you would meet finally in this way.
The waves over the fence had gone on long enough and you both are ready now. You walked away feeling a little embarrassed about how those tears flow without a moment’s notice, yet they are our liquid prayers, remember? This is what makes you so lovable, relatable and always as you sweet mom would call you, “Her open face sandwich.” No poker games for you, oh tender one!
Hand in hand, Heart to heart we go as we always have. Yesterday, did you feel me squeezing yours extra tightly and both your sons looking proudly on as to how you two are continuing to show up, even when you will have days you wonder how you even are able to? You can because I am ALWAYS with you, you are never alone and even though we are no longer in the ICU, I have been administering additional support for years. That warm trickle through your veins that allows you to awaken to each new day has always been me.
Please write to me again tomorrow, I have more to share, yet can feel my super juicy one, that you have absorbed all that you can for now. You’re topped off and that pleases me. Thanks for listening to me yesterday when you could have muted me, yes? However, look at the happening that occurred. Your two hearts that touched. Lovingly and with aloha dear one.
Letters From Love with Elizabeth Gilbert, is about opening the imagination and healing the heart. For over a quarter of a century Liz has been writing daily letters to herself from Love and it has been and continues to be one of the most transformative, healing and spiritual practices of her life.
She goes on to share that we are hardwired to listen to our often very harsh and punishing inner critics. However, this is a practice where we might be able to mute them long enough to hear what the soft animal that resides within, Love, has to say.
Liz writes, “Dear Love, what would you have me know today?” Also, if there is something more specific that is longed for to hear from Love, it can be asked. “Dear Love, what would you have me know today about my ego, worthiness, anger, shame, peace, belonging...
I’m giving it a try, might you? elizabethgilbert.com
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