The letter I needed to receive today
Maybe you need it to?
Hi,
You know that cynical side of you that smirks ‘yeah, right’ as soon as you entertain the idea of giving yourself some compassion?
You have permission to let it slide onto the floor like hot wax.
To let it go.
Yes. Really.
It’s quiet without that isn’t it?
Without the voice that knows or strives or drives, or refuses to be satisfied.
Quiet.
Quiet doesn’t want to tell you anything.
Not to stop, nor to ‘just be’, nor that ‘you are enough’.
It just wants to hold your hand and say:
‘Hi.
Wow.
Let me sit with you in this dark little cave.
I mean, sit with you on the dank cold stone floor.
As a side note, you could afford yourself a soft rug to sit on, you know?
To just… sit on.
Can you hear the bubble of the stream that’s running underground?
Ah you remember!
It was here before you ever were, and it will be here ever after.
Isn’t that a relief?
That no matter what you do or do not do, there will always be a state of being.
That is what you belong to.
That is what you grieve for.
And you can stay, or not, it does not really matter, because it will always… be.
Here.
Now.
And now.
And now.
And know that you are always oh so very welcome to be here.
With me.’
That’s it for now,
‘Til next time
Jacky ✨