No one writes letters anymore, but on a Friday afternoon the sun comes out so lovely and bright I find myself writing my crush for an impromptu date in the park with chocolate and fruit. We've been chatting via email about our art and writing, I tell him about my desire to share my creative expressions and struggles on a larger platform in hopes to inspire others to go for their dreams....
Somehow through writing I become more connected to my fellow human beings. My stories are not so different and unique, I write from my own experiences but through this self expression I had uncovered universal themes of desire, love, ambition. I had discovered that so many of us are longing to be fully expressed in our life purpose and fully connected to our hearts. I had begun to see this longing in the faces of my family and friends and strangers at the grocery store. My heart gushed a deep well of compassion for all of us lovers, dreamers, poets, creatives, kissers, huggers, partners, friends, caged by our internal dialogues, begging to be seen, wanting to be loved, secretly wishing for extraordinary lives, trapped inside by our "should" programming, doing what we're supposed to be doing.
My crush writes back, "We can have as many face to face conversations as you like. Or we could show up somewhere and just pass notes back and forth and not say a word."
I reply, "Passing notes sounds so wonderful... imagine, instead of texting each other about our hearts desires, we can sit next to each other in the sun and pass notes, and have an entire conversation through thoughts written in our own poor handwriting...How retro and romantic."