Oh what a healing love letter is this, Jocelyn! I feel our foreheads touching, the tangle of hair, our heartbeats as one. What a generous loving soul you are. Thank you for this beautiful balm of an essay; medicine for my hurting, anxious heart in these times. I agree, this writing seems to be welling up from a sacred place; it feels like a source that has more to reveal. I can’t wait.
Oh yay!! I love that you can feel it. I can too! And I am so blessed that you feel healing from my words and that you share your experience with me. Yes! A source that has more to reveal! That's exactly it. I remember, in the first few months after my beloved Calydog died, I would ask the universe what I needed to know, how I could get through the loss and I was walking on this path through the woods and I clearly heard, "You are the source." And I was perplexed because I thought, how does that help me? But over time I realized that we are all the source of our own light and healing and also pain and suffering. We. Are. The. Source. How beautiful and terrifying and utterly human is that?
I love you too. And it made me feel so good to know you exhaled when you read that you don't have to be those things too. That's the reason I put these missives out there. Hoping they reach another heart and land in the way that is needed. 💖
Hi Sugar. I am so sad I didn't see your comment until today. Sometimes I don't get the alerts. And, I am also so happy to see it here now that I see it. 💖
I enjoyed reading this, felt lighter while doing so. Reminded me, too, of the hawk I saw the other day, how it was flying over an “ugly” part of town just in time to remind me what matters. Hugs.
Monica! I read this and felt so happy to see it and then managed not to reply. Sigh. I love this so much. That hawk, the reminder. The pause. That feels like all we can do right now and seems like so little, but I think it's actually a lot. xoxoxo
You are so welcome, Allison. And Right? Yes please. ;) That breath that feels un-constricted, where we feel held and seen and loved and most of all, able to take another breath, even with all the sadness and grief and loss. Because there IS more.
Love this letter, what a love letter. Truly sacred. Can we feel this about ourselves? We are sacred. It sounds strange sometimes, like who, me? But it is alll we need to be. Thank you.
Danni, that's exactly it, "who, me? Sacred?" And also so much yes. That's all we really are, all anything really is if we're willing to see it that way. I think that takes practice, and bravery and a willingness to be so open, the hurt and grief can pass through, instead of getting caught in our throats.
Today, myself, I am sad, a sense of anxiety grips me. A friend of mine who I communicate with, I made the accident of trying to much in her life. Now I have lost her friendship. I wish to apologize, but I have been blocked.
Today, I fear the betrayal and evil I have caused has blocked me from forgiveness. I wish I could have closure. But there is none.
It's so hard when we don't have closure, when we cannot communicate more with someone.
The only thing I know to do, and sometimes, like in your situation, the only thing we _can_ do, when we seek forgiveness and understanding from another, is to first give those things to ourselves.
In fact, it is the only thing that truly relieves our suffering. Even if your friend were to listen to you, forgive, you understand your intentions, she is not the one who needs to do that for you. You are the only one who can truly set yourself free.
Such a beautiful piece. I felt the thousand swallowed thistles in my soul. I have been at the end of 100K events and that is exactly what my throat felt like near the end. But there's beauty, there's hope, there's a future and expectation. I loved your ending so much. This is really wonderful, friend.
Oooh, I'm glad to hear you could feel that line. I worked on that one a bit. It's a body feeling and a soul feeling and of course you got that. ;) I'm always so happy to see your name in the comments and your compliments mean so much to me.
Oh what a healing love letter is this, Jocelyn! I feel our foreheads touching, the tangle of hair, our heartbeats as one. What a generous loving soul you are. Thank you for this beautiful balm of an essay; medicine for my hurting, anxious heart in these times. I agree, this writing seems to be welling up from a sacred place; it feels like a source that has more to reveal. I can’t wait.
Oh yay!! I love that you can feel it. I can too! And I am so blessed that you feel healing from my words and that you share your experience with me. Yes! A source that has more to reveal! That's exactly it. I remember, in the first few months after my beloved Calydog died, I would ask the universe what I needed to know, how I could get through the loss and I was walking on this path through the woods and I clearly heard, "You are the source." And I was perplexed because I thought, how does that help me? But over time I realized that we are all the source of our own light and healing and also pain and suffering. We. Are. The. Source. How beautiful and terrifying and utterly human is that?
When we can find the source within and find it in others, too, such blinding light!
I love this. I love you. I exhaled when I got to the part that I didn’t have to be those things too ❤️ what a gift you are ✨🌟
I love you too. And it made me feel so good to know you exhaled when you read that you don't have to be those things too. That's the reason I put these missives out there. Hoping they reach another heart and land in the way that is needed. 💖
Beautifully stated, Jocelyn. So glad, too, to hear you are moving back home.
Thank you!
I do
I really really do
Thank you
Hi Sugar. I am so sad I didn't see your comment until today. Sometimes I don't get the alerts. And, I am also so happy to see it here now that I see it. 💖
I enjoyed reading this, felt lighter while doing so. Reminded me, too, of the hawk I saw the other day, how it was flying over an “ugly” part of town just in time to remind me what matters. Hugs.
Monica! I read this and felt so happy to see it and then managed not to reply. Sigh. I love this so much. That hawk, the reminder. The pause. That feels like all we can do right now and seems like so little, but I think it's actually a lot. xoxoxo
“I take a breath that feels like coming home instead of a thousand swallowed thistles.” Oooof. Yes please.
We continue to love. That’s right, Jocelyn.
Thanks for this letter. It’s beautiful 💕
You are so welcome, Allison. And Right? Yes please. ;) That breath that feels un-constricted, where we feel held and seen and loved and most of all, able to take another breath, even with all the sadness and grief and loss. Because there IS more.
Love this letter, what a love letter. Truly sacred. Can we feel this about ourselves? We are sacred. It sounds strange sometimes, like who, me? But it is alll we need to be. Thank you.
Danni, that's exactly it, "who, me? Sacred?" And also so much yes. That's all we really are, all anything really is if we're willing to see it that way. I think that takes practice, and bravery and a willingness to be so open, the hurt and grief can pass through, instead of getting caught in our throats.
So beautiful Jocelyn. Salve for my soul today, thank you 💛
Oh that makes me feel so good. It was for mine too as I was writing it and rereading it. ♥️
Today, myself, I am sad, a sense of anxiety grips me. A friend of mine who I communicate with, I made the accident of trying to much in her life. Now I have lost her friendship. I wish to apologize, but I have been blocked.
Today, I fear the betrayal and evil I have caused has blocked me from forgiveness. I wish I could have closure. But there is none.
Any advice?
It's so hard when we don't have closure, when we cannot communicate more with someone.
The only thing I know to do, and sometimes, like in your situation, the only thing we _can_ do, when we seek forgiveness and understanding from another, is to first give those things to ourselves.
In fact, it is the only thing that truly relieves our suffering. Even if your friend were to listen to you, forgive, you understand your intentions, she is not the one who needs to do that for you. You are the only one who can truly set yourself free.
🙏
Thank you. I am working on that.
I'm so glad to hear that. It's such a hard thing to do and yet we are the ones who need to love ourselves the most.
Let’s watch the clouds together sweet Joc
Oh, the sweetest invitation. yes yes yes please and yes we will. I love you so much.
Such a beautiful piece. I felt the thousand swallowed thistles in my soul. I have been at the end of 100K events and that is exactly what my throat felt like near the end. But there's beauty, there's hope, there's a future and expectation. I loved your ending so much. This is really wonderful, friend.
Oooh, I'm glad to hear you could feel that line. I worked on that one a bit. It's a body feeling and a soul feeling and of course you got that. ;) I'm always so happy to see your name in the comments and your compliments mean so much to me.
Always happy to read your work. I may have missed it, but when are you moving back?
Oooh, you did not miss it. I said something over in notes, but haven't announced anything in a post yet. We're aiming for August!
Yay!👍🙌