“I had to pass through so much stupidity, through so much vice, through so many errors, through so much disgust and disappointments and woe, just to become a child again and to be able to start over.”
Herman Hesse, from the book Siddhartha
Dear one,
The passing of Fleetwood Mac alum Christine McVie earlier this week caused me to become introspective (more than usual). If I’m being truthful, it triggered the precursor to a panic attack. Christine’s “Songbird” was my song with the partner I lost many years ago on that September day that I don’t even have to more about for you to know what I mean.
As the afternoon progressed, I caught myself giving time to unhealthy thoughts that only made my anxiety worse. The “what if” scenarios played on a perpetual loop. It wasn’t until I wrapped up the day and tucked myself into the cocoon of warm flannel sheets that I took the time to honor my thoughts and feelings, thank them, and release them.
Whatever you’re holding on to, consider this letter as your permission to do let it go. Don’t let time and circumstances over-complicate things. Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.
Love,
