Go gently now, my friends.
Glide, if you can, as if parting the waters in a gondola through my beautiful Venezia.
What love there is in your hearts matters more than you can possibly know.
Can you send it out?
But also carry it in?
In these challenging times, yes, but always, please be so kind to yourself for it is precisely what you deserve.
No "good" will come from anything other, only second chances to relearn.
Or a third or a thousandth.
I am letting go of certain old ways because I have no choice and it shines the light of opportunity.
Still learning, I stumble but then help myself back to standing, even crookedly with a crooked smile, through compassion.
For that too, I seem to no longer have a choice, even if I still swat at the flies of worry.
To me, it seems as if this is where we are all at, collectively.
And perhaps individually too?
So I see you, I know you. I send you my Love.
Go gently, dear friends.
We need you now.
This Beauty remains, ever present, in you and around, and yes, it is more than real.
To listen to in these autumn days:
*I have been carrying around these ideas for a few weeks now, they roll loose in my mind like pebbles in a pocket. They aren't perfect but I don't want perfect anymore. They might sound preachy, but that is only a result of their imperfection. Love is the idea. For me, I am able to connect through Beauty, in all its forms. And I have to search hard to find it some days, as we all do. But I do, eventually, if I look hard enough and easily, when I can do so with an open heart.
Thank you for being here.
With Love from Provence (while still holding dreams of returning to Venice),