Letters to you, my dear.
The season is in transition, my dear. Old identities no longer serving my becoming. A blossom of sovereignty sparks internally. I pack my belongings, I release circled patterns that kept me confined from my expression, my design. An expired narrative I journey off to rewrite. May we cross paths high
Letters to you, my dear.
Journey to the Creekside, where the waters run free. The soothing resonance of the shallow rock stream, allow my mind and body to be. Not a one but my own projection, No one to entertain but me. Singing aloud songs of love, Singing out joyfully. Singing out to our trees,
Letters to you, my dear.
Divine gentle whispers we speak enlighten my senses. Through our intention, our highest mission, inviting me into your blueprint and lessons. Enchanting me with delight, Enchanting me with pleasure. A tension left unspoken beyond the unknown. Exceeding lifetimes, you will always be my infinite treasure. Our tribe will unite us
Letters to you, my dear.
Many speak of divine, many feel its divinity. Take two combined, create the power of trinity. You will find me when I courageously stand in my light. Serving humanity through my own experience and insight. You will find me radiated in my authentic true nature. Learning, exploring, being creative, fruitful
Letters to you, my dear.
You are a vivid rose, my dear. The softest silk skin, inviting desire into your reality. A sensation unmatched. Vibrations of unpredictability. Petal by petal, remembering in those moments of darkness the qualities that make up your feminine nature my dear. Insights that generate blessings for others. Drifting into your
Letters to you, my dear.
You’ve been so patient, my dear. So quiet, so still, humbled waiting for the lessons to be revealed and learned. Gently, peeling back each unfolding. Evolving your consciousness. Expanding your heart. Sitting with grief. Exploring your pleasure. Sharing your expression of nature. Yet, there is continued desire to seek.