Silence is not intended to be the destination it is supposed to be where you rest reflect and then move on
Otherwise the stone you embody
Becomes your home

Response from “Love” during our conversation this morning …

Elizabeth Gilbert

Letters to love

Have you heard of them?

I began my own today. Letters to love. My poetry has always been a path to my own subconscious. And sometimes that includes my soul and a divine entity. Yesterday I wrote poetry about a stone. Last night I had an awful dream about a baby that couldn’t eat and was dying. I tipped it upside down and the most disgusting bile, hair, blackness came out of its mouth.

When I turned it over its face was shining. And it was fine.

Martha Becks book Leaving the Saints sprang to mind when I awoke still feeling queasy.

I tried the letters to love exercise – the responses were unexpected and there were no gentle assurances – instead I felt like I was speaking with a teacher who was harsh.

and I questioned love on that

“Have you never heard of tough life” it replied

Great

Old Testament showed up.

I always wondered why people spoke of their past experiences, blew open the lid on old boxes and swung open the door on skeletons. Why not simply be silent and peaceful.

Because silence is not peaceful – not when it is locked and hides things that cause deep pain to the person that must carry them.

I would have preferred something a little more compassionate in loves reply. But I learn through hardship – who did I think would turn up as a teacher when I called?