:: Soul sigh. ::
The words you share privately and publicly send my soul reeling into endless, star-filled galaxies.
I love your love letters. I knew I would; you are so luminous and shimmering. And Sapphire? Janae? Shawnacy? I am honored ~ stilled ~ that you have participated in your own spaces with such lyrical grace and hush-holy vulnerability.
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Do you have your letter close? :-)
- If no, please wait to read the rest of the prompt until you are caught up with part 1. :-)
- If yes, please gather your letter close and continue reading below ...
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Love Letter, Part 2 ::
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| taken during a vulnerable moment for me. |
I'm suddenly a little shy.
You have overwhelmed me with your response, both to these soul prompts in general and to this one in particular. Love letters ... they tap that tender, defenseless, soul-naked place within, don't they? When you press ink-blade to heart-vein and spill everything ... hope, fear, dreams, wishes ... and you see the warm red of the deepest you in black and white ... it makes you spin a little, doesn't it? It makes you lightheaded and dizzy and oh so adventurous, and here is my heart and will you love me?
Will you love me?
Will you?
Part two of the soul prompt is this:
I want you to gather your letter.
I want you to read it.
To yourself.
Read as though the person you wrote it for, wrote it for you, instead.
As you read from the perspective of the one you love spilling love over you, I want you to pay attention to how the words make you feel. What voices rise in your mind? What emotions fill your body?
Do you feel worthy? Do you feel exuberant? Do you feel content? Happy? Overjoyed? Surprised?
Do you feel embarrassed? Do you feel angry or disappointed? Unworthy?
Why or why not?
If the one you most love sits beside you, whispering the very words you wrote to you, how does your skin feel? How does your heart feel? Your mouth and your hands? What do you see? Do you hear everything, or do you push it away? What thoughts race through your mind? What words form on your lips? Are they in protest or receiving? Can you receive them with grace and gratitude, or are they uncomfortable to you?
The way you respond to unbridled and lavish love
tells you the story of you.
Your immediate emotional response to a vulnerable experience is an indispensable guide to the deepest parts of you. All feelings are teachers. Listen to the wisdom behind the shame or embarrassment, the apathy, denial, or sense of unworthiness. If you feel these kinds of feelings, it doesn't mean you are broken! It means you are beautifully human with an intricate story, a story that is mysterious and vibrant and alive. And by inviting shafts of light into the shadowed, angsty places, you're taking strong, bold steps of healing.
I encourage you to discover the valuable takeaways in your own story and let them be helpful tools for the continuing journey of your life.
Your life is, after all
a love story.
<3
http://dramaticelegance.blogspot.com/2012/03/love-thyself.html
ReplyDeletethis is what spilled out. and i wept as i wrote it, pouring everything down.
it was not the intent, but it was the refresh. precious rain, thank you.
oh just beautiful beautiful.
ReplyDeletei had nothing for this, and life has taken me elsewhere this week. but soooo glad i'm here, gleaning love as runaway crumbs.
thank you for this exercise Rain. I needed it so. I plan to read my letter at least once a week as a reminder.
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I have goosebumps...and I am sorry I missed this from the beginning... but that last paragraph is so honest, so powerful, a soulful life lesson that every living spirit should know deeply. Your work here is life changing Rain...
ReplyDeleteVery wise. This spoke to me xoxo
ReplyDeletei hadn't read these prompts before i wrote my post today...but it fits well. so thankful for you, sweet friend. you push and love and encourage the best out of all of us.
ReplyDeleteI did pen a letter but it's not ready to be shared. One day I hope. Thank you for sharing the links to others. Inspiration lay everywhere.
ReplyDeleteOk... I have my kids home this week, but am going to attempt to do this...write the love letter to one that I love, and then address it to myself. Everything in my cringes at the thought of this, which can only mean one thing.. it's the very thing I need to do.
ReplyDeleteKeep you posted! Beautiful, friend!
Rain, you are a definitely a conduit for healing. xo
ReplyDeleteOhhh wow!! I love this!! What a great space in the cyberworld....awesome! I'm going to definitely take part - something my soul could really be nourished by... :)
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ReplyDeletelove and light
It took many deep breaths to bring me to a place of reception. I am so good at giving, ahhh, but the receiving...
ReplyDeleteI imagined the letter coming in a beautiful, silk-lined envelope. I imagined my holding this letter and letting the anticipation wash over me. And I opened my eyes, washed clean and ready to read.
My love letter is so bold and striking, just like me. But, I struggle, believing that I am too dark and must be put-away-unsafe. But, she said she loves that strength-in-me, that dark-of-me. All that I yearn to love in myself, is loved by her.
I meet each word and phrase with 'thank you' - for I didn't want to waste any of her praise with a dismissal.
I kept thinking: may this be so, may this be so.
{{{deep thanks, Rain}}}
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Finally finished that letter today. Read through this, and realized it wasn't going to work. I tried, though. But I was too specific when I wrote the letter... refering to specific times and highlighting differences. Absolutely love the idea, though! Thinking I could maybe try to look at myself from the outside for a while and write a new letter... hmmm.
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