Sometimes when I can’t sleep I write letters.

To the God, Multidimensional Being, Multinational Corporation, Ill-advised Drunken Hook-Up, or Whatever Random Piece of #### That Caused My Existence, Greetings! You may or may not have intended it, but I think you did okay. I’m a decent person and I gave birth to an even more decent person, who will in time, if all goes well, and assuming she wants to, and can find a halfway decent sperm donor if she turns out to be a lesbian, will give birth to an even more decent person (or persons) than I or anyone alive right now can imagine. And I suspect, and I do have some scant evidence therof, that this scenario may in fact be repeating itself right now all over the planet. That is to say, decent human beings such as myself, have produced, intentionally or by happy accident, even more decent human beings. The kind that even now, what with their adolescent hormones and such, are threatening to produce a whole new generation of decent human beings who, freed of the last vestiges of the have to, supposed to, should be, you’re such a f####### disappointment bullshit of previous generations, just may decide to cherish and respect each other and this planet in the way that we all have always deserved to be cherished and respected. And then…well who knows, but I sure hope I am somewhere I can...

YES

So many of us can’t feel love, when underneath everything, all of us are made of nothing but love. What can we do about that? For starters, we can breathe; feel into our hearts; and whisper “yes”. Yes to whatever is there. Yes to the grief and pain, Yes to the tenderness and rawness, Yes to the rage and disappointment, Yes to the fear and doubt, Yes to everthing. A yes of acknowledgment, A yes of allowing, A yes of curiosity and wonder, A yes of compassion. And then we can turn to other people; look deeply into their eyes; and whisper a silent “yes” to them too. And when they are ready, they will begin to see their own true nature reflected back to them, by the “yes” in our eyes....

Depths

I feel the emotional waves come Lately they are colossal When I struggle against the wave it threatens to grasp me, like an iron fist, and pull me into depths full of shame and grief, depths that have no end And when I open to the wave And say yes ok, quietly at first, but then the yes becomes louder, and now the yes is coming from my heart, from my soul Because that wave was not threatening me, it was beckoning me To depths full of love That has no...