While reminiscing over dishes on this past weekend, of 15 years of friendship that truly elevates the word to new heights, I received an email. It’s below. Words to my feelings, words to my heart. I’m happy to love and to be loved.
Love, Jaclynn
My friends,
How did I get so lucky? (Hello, unworthiness!)
What a time
And place
And vibe
And feelings/sensations/movements/perspectives/sharings….
And so many thoughts
Thanks.
For sharing your lair with me (us).
For the respite from the everyday everything.
For the return to forever.
For whatever all that was (and wasn’t).
And for the heavenly music.
I’m not leaving you out, Pauly. Thank you to you, too. You can’t make stainless steel without iron, after all.
For the Stone discs, and their waves that went through us. And your waves too. Brain waves, love waves, vulnerability waves, compassion waves.
It felt like being home. That home from back there. But from here, too. And in the future. And in the trees, and the rivers, and the mountains, and the 6th Dimension, where the Red Lectroids from Planet 10 are always watching….
I love you.
Going On 40 