These words

Maybe one day you will read me, and get me.  Maybe one you will feel I am speaking about you and to you.  Maybe you will never read these words.  But secretly I hope you do.  I hope you can hear my heart speaking and my tears falling and my heart wide open.  And I hope when you do, you give yourself permission to do that too.  To be wide open.  To be fully yourself.  To let expression move through you so you may meet yourself in that space where grace lives, where beauty and pain live, where God lives.  So that you may finally give yourself permission to return home.

I hope I meet myself here, again and again.  I hope I continue to find myself, my heart, my muse.  I hope I am being trained to listen more intently, to feel more deeply, to love more authentically and wholeheartedly.  I hope this is only the beginning of our story, of our beautiful and heart wrenching and life transforming love story.  Yours and mine, dear heart.  The one I have always yearned for.

I hope this purge will one day turn into the overflowing river of joy and inspiration and expansiveness.  I hope it brings me closer and closer to finding and feeling the reason why I am still here, still alive, still breathing and moving forward.  I hope I fall in love with my life again, and feel my heart about to burst from the love and wonder of it all.

I hope my words take me to places I never dreamed I would visit.  I hope my heart finds your heart to embrace, hold and be held by.  I hope… That trust stays forever with me, and with you.  And that when it is time to make a turn, to change, we will be ready and willing, always trusting that all the wisdom is inside us.