A Letter

Dear Reader,

    I can hear the crickets and other night creatures, probably saying farewell to the night or singing praises for seeing a new week.

It is raining.

       The cocks are at their best cuckooing into the rain.

                 Nothing dampens them.

It is a Sunday morning.

I was thinking about you a few minutes ago. You were my first morning thoughts. My first inspiration. As many first things, I obeyed, and now I'm seated in front of my laptop typing away to you.

How did you do last week?

Was it difficult? Did you have any challenges? Or was it crazy busy like mine? or just there, same old routine. Or was it exciting, adventurous, and fun?

Mine was so active that I spent yesterday in an exhausted trance-like state. I'm sitting here in a meditative stance, musing about what to tell you that will be of particular interest to you. But I'm curious about how last week went for you.

We could talk about the new week, though. It's a place we can easily talk about; it's clear, not yet crowded, a new slate in a way.

       Another chance to make things right.

How do you feel? I hope you feel important.

2 hours later...

Do you know I went back to bed!

Now I'm on the verandah gazing silly at the clouds and the endless water.

It's 7:30 AM.

I can hear the birds, moving cars, barking dogs, the cry of a child.

          They all make a kind of symphony.

The day has hatched and is filled with hope and promise. I should get you a picture of the ocean.

It started raining again. I hope the trees are enjoying this morning's romance with the rain. We are going to see some blossoms this week.

There has been a poem in my head for a while now. I want to share with you.

LOVE AFTER LOVE
by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

I'm also on a journey of self-love.

Acceptance.

I definitely need to take down the love letters!

I think it's an everyday journey.

                Every day feels different.

Sometimes you feel strong, sometimes weak, happy-sad broken

In whatever state, you have to hug yourself and believe it's alright.

I hope this rambling has found some space in your heart

TAKE CARE.

HAPPY NEW WEEK!