I was sick during the entire 12 days of Christmas. And counting. I lost last Tuesday, thinking it was still Monday, when it was actually Wednesday. Also, I thought last year was 2019 already.
I could blame illness. Widows Fog. General lack of interest in Time itself. So many things.
I’m so out of it.
What I choose to blame is that my creative brain is in process, and that kind of takes over.
Let’s go with that.
I’ve been spending the last month, when my consciousness has been engaged at all, in developing my latest project for my Odyssey of Love.
Love is, in the most serious way, the only focus of my life.
It’s what keeps me sane. Remembering Chuck’s Love for me, cultivating Love in my here and now world.
I’m inviting all of you reading this to join me in this project I’m calling “Letters to Love”.
Our world is starved for connection.
Where did it go? We know it’s still here, with us. Because Love is energy, right? And Love is what remains after our person dies.
Hence my new project, Letters to Love.
I’m inviting everyone…the widowed world and everyone else…to write a Letter to Love and send it out into the Universe. Letters with questions and doubts about Love. Philosophies about Love. Quotes of Love. Anything and everything you’ve ever thought about Love.
Get a piece of stationary, or tear a piece of paper out of a notebook, grab a pen, and let the words flow from your heart into your hand and onto the paper. Write it out. Ask your questions. Share your philosophy. Just write.
And then take the paper and fold it gently and put it in an envelope and send it into the Universe, with a postal address for Arizona.
Start it “Dear Love”.
Address it to “Letters to Love, c/o Alison L Miller, POB 2681, Florence AZ 85132
There is something magical about doing such a small but significant act as letter writing, don’t you think? It’s a lost art, for certain.
I’m resurrecting the art, and asking you to join me in it.
Write a letter to Love. Write several letters to Love over the next year.
You just might get a response.
Be part of my Odyssey of Love.
Be part of the magic that happens when Love is present.
Because Love is real, we all wonder about it, and it is what remains, beyond anything else~