I woke up this morning knowing.
I want to write love letters to life.
ALL of life. Not just the sweet parts or the pretty parts.
love letters to the trees. love letters to my silver hair. love letters to my children. love letters to my frustration. love letters to politicians and hate-mongers, even though they might dismiss them.
love letters. LOVE LETTERS! (dancing around gleefully…)
Grab a cup of tea, or whatever nourishes you, and I’ll tell you why…
I’ve been sitting on this shouting mountain of advice for months getting more and more overwhelmed.
“Do less.” “Live BIG!” “Stand out!” “Move forward!” “Stand still.” “Be HERE.” “Just be.” “Allow.” “Choose now.” “Act!” “Don’t act.” CLANG…CLANG….CLANG
I think I’ve had a permanent headache.
Until this morning….when I wrote a poem. Or it wrote me.
Afterward I smiled…laughed…wanted to RUN from all of the well-meant, smothering “shoulds” piling up around me.
love letters is me running, dancing, laughing, cloud-chasing, leaf-pile jumping and sinking to my knees in awe. Freeing life. Speaking life.
Join me? That’s the only thing that could make this any more amazing.
Share your love letters here. They can be pictures or words…or both!
Mail them to family. Leave them in airports. Tuck them in library books. Blog them. I’ll be dropping a love letter here and on Facebook whenever my heart sings one. I’d LOVE to hear/see yours…
Love,
Tracie
(just in case — the poem that wrote me this morning is here…)
