Dear future self, if you’re still a devoted lifelong blogger. Congrats! By now your halfway around the world. Writing your way up to that times best seller’s list. If not then, oh well, cheer-up. I’m sure you’ll get there one day. I’d thought I’d drop a line. A note or two, just to let you know, you’ve got me rooting for you.
We’ve had some breaks and rejections this year. Rejections and sleepless nights, things that didn’t pan out, quite right. Oh yes, I remember, sister’s in- law’s dog ran away. We’d searched and searched all night but still, there was nothing. On this very morning, while trying to get the laundry done, you tripped and fell down the basement stairs. As if that wasn’t something, you’d tried your hand at your daughter’s Cornucopia’s gluing the thanksgiving meal quite funny.
Dancing around life’s many disasters’ still trying to make the best of all of them. I hear you, heck I’m praying for you, rooting through and through. It’s never as easy as it seems, writing between the wee hours of the morning, after work, after kids, after preparing meals, and attempting to stay healthy too.
I call it, life on steroids, the tiny raw miracles we’ve got. Lord knows, they add up. You’re alive! And there’s so much more to you!
I hope you feel you’re capable of reaching your full potential. I pray you feel there’s a deeper depth to your craft, tapping on divine streams, sent out every morning just to find…
One day, by happenstance- perhaps,
you’ll lift your head,
sense the whole wide world’s inside
souls’ in conversation.
Striking through your veins.
striking right through the souls of your art,
zones and roads you must travel.
Higher and higher, you must climb.
P.S. (never mind the doubting) I’m your soul, and I’m shouting, we got this! Til we meet again
signing off kindness sister Krissy