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dear darling girl….

November 11, 2018 2 Comments

Darling Girl, who aches with hope, here is what I say to you:

Fill the room with all of you. Not pretentiously, but with fullness, authenticity, and the very resonance of you. Stand still and sacred, without aggression, but without apology. Just simply being.

Speak with every ounce of who you are. All of your words in your own simple breath, not just the ones that are curated, consciously or unconsciously.

Succeed.

Sing.

Be.

Create.

Dare.

Hope.

Dream.

Be haphazardly joyful, silly, and playful, because your soul needs to breathe.

Fill every space of every moment. 

Live, without excess, but fully.

Don’t make space for something that is not there; your heart and soul will stretch when it becomes part of your life, when you need it, or indeed, when there is loss. You will stretch for both joy and pain. You will be okay.

Travel. My God, travel if you can and fill your mind and heart with new understandings which stretch you and embed you with life’s breath and fresh wisdom.

Travel, that you may experience a new angle of gratitude.

Travel, because this learning is embedded in the human spirit. The rushing need to be free, to live, to feel, to embrace.

Feel.

With every ounce of your heart, your flesh, your body. Do not hold back because you don’t feel you have earned the right, you beautiful, beautiful dear girl. Life will keep moving and you need to be a part of that. You can laugh and cry, shriek and run, without any fear that you will need to be a little more refined and quiet because you haven’t earned the right. You have. 

Being human IS your birthright. Not selfish. Human.

Don’t let that gloriously beating heart harden. 

Work hard to undo, unfurl, simplify, let go, de-clutter, and set free.

The emotional knots may be many and tightly done-up, but have faith and patience. With time and love, care and unfailing gentleness, deep compassion and courage, you will undo them all.

And your beautiful heart will keep beating freely.

Cry your tears. Feel you grief. Feed your soul. Walk, and keep walking, each step, knowing every crevice of your heart with authenticity and ownership. The shadows of your grief will never leave you. But nor will the absolute, unquenchable desire to live.

Make new meaning every day.

Change as a part of life is like pennies to the dollar, and possible every minute you breathe.

Love.

There is no other way.

There is only love. 

And my Darling Girl, I love you more than you know.