We have superpowers waiting to be harnessed and unleashed into the world to be good. To do good. Mine is love of words and my desire to see the best in everyone. I am wired for optimism and happiness. Something I’ve discovered in the past three years, grounded in stillness and thriving in movement.
With this in mind, I’ve accepted an invitation to embark on a 100-day challenge to do what my heart has been calling me to do. I commit to write love letters to no one and everyone, including inanimate objects, body parts, animals, plants and people I don’t know. For the next 100 days, I commit to write a love letter before 7am.
Words to create sweet nectar through the vessel that is my imagination. Till the soil, plant the seed, and let mother nature take its course and wait for the full moon to signal harvest season. To take up the roots and clear the soil. Grain will be milled, husks and straw dried for tinder. These pages will kindle flames of the present, by then reminders of the past, and the future becomes present. I will lose myself in these pages, lost in time, because there is no time. There are only moments burning in time.
Let there be freedom to let weeds creep in. Earth worms to squirm. Let there be beauty in my words. Let them be ugly if need be. Let them be free. Let me write the truest words. Let them be kind and necessary.
Let me be free to be wholeheartedly me. To dance between the darkness and light of my being. To love myself with all of me.
This love letter is for the universe. Thank you for all that you’ve given and all that you’ve taken away. And if you are reading this, I love you. Because you’re part of this universe, and I’m grateful to share these moments with you.
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