love letters, part deux

 love letters, letters of love

They are everywhere and all around us.  In the glances we give, the touch of a finger, written on a paper cup of coffee, on the mirror in lipstick, a sticky note tucked in a secret place to be found at a later time...



 When was the last time you wrote your own brand of love letter?  To your wife, to your husband, your child, mother, father, sister, brother, beloved pet...  to yourself.

Why wait join the Love Letter Wave!!!

What I love about you...

I LOVE your smile

I love the way we fit together

I love your cooking

I love the way you care for me

I love your heart felt notes to me

I love making you happy

I love the way we look together

I love the smirk you give me when the puppies are adorable

I absolutely love the way you can express your feelings in writing

I love your face

I love the way you look in jeans

I LOVE your smile

I love the way you kiss me

I absolutely love you in heels

I love your carefree laugh

I love the way you are open to new ideas

I love your lips

I love the way you look in the shower

I love the way you put extra effort in to even small things

I absolutely LOVE your smile

I love the way you look at me doing the thing I like

I love the way you look at me doing the thing YOU like :)

I love the way you love me

My love, my baby

               

What I love about you (part II)

I LOVE your smile

I love your kids

I love the way you dance

I love the interesting gifts you give

I love the outing ideas you have

I love your energy

I love your movie picks

I love the way you close your eyes

I love making love to you

I love sleeping next to you

I LOVE your smile

I love being seen with you

I love the way you please me

I love your thoughtfulness

I love your hugs

I absolutely, positively love your beautiful smile :)

Love, me

{ this was a love letter to me }

love letters

A friend of mine challenged a group of people to write a love letter a day. The letter could be to a friend, or a complete stranger. The idea of this was a little scary for me.  I'm not sure exactly why.  Maybe it was the eleven days of letters.  Whatever the reason, that fear instigated a determination to overcome it.  So, I am in!  Care to join us?   


MARCH 20-31, 2013

Love MORE ~ https://vimeo.com/53128785

I invite you to create waves of love with me. Starting today for the next 11 days, I encourage you to write at least one letter each day to someone you love, to yourself, to a stranger, to the world. Be inspired and share your heart. The more we pour out the love that is in us, that IS us, it will create a blanket of healing for humanity.

Hand write your love note or letter. Share the song in your heart. Be Love and Live in Love. This is our purpose.

Let's create the wave and cleanse our hearts, heal our minds and create a world of compassion.

Surf's Up!

If you are inspired you are welcome to share your love letters with us and invite others to join in the wave.

"Love is all around us, waiting for you and me."
Heart Songs, Cassandra Deehring Alls

In Love,
Cassandra
www.holisticdiva.com

 Love Letter Wave

 I will not say who this is for, just that they are a very special person.

This is called together for two 

Together

In love

Together

Happy with you

Our hands

Our eyes

Our hearts

Melt intertwined together

Your breath

Your warmth

Your touch

Ignite our souls together

Arms crave to hold

Ears long to hear

Spine eager to curve into your caress

Thighs hunger for yours

The beat of my heart skips

At the sight

At the thought

At the dream

Of you

Radiating love from your face

Strength of love in your embrace

Tasting love as it drips from your lips

Anything but commonplace

{ my senses are full }

painting with the colors past pain

 

What would you do with freedom?
Would you feel free?

Sunny day, driving with the windows down.
The lizard king slithers in my ear stoking an already smoldering fire.

Instead of going straight home for lunch, I make a left turn.
Toward my special place to feed my soul. It burns with a desire that demands  satisfaction.

Ecstatically filled with the song of myself, I park on the side of the road.  There is a muddy walk beneath a small train bridge I found a few months ago in search of peace.

Basking in the warmth of the sun and the crisp breeze of the wind, realization hits me.  A green field next to a cold steel rail.  It is no accident that this place calls to me. Pink Floyd, the blessed teachers.

So you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain?  Can you tell a green field from a cold, steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? ~Pink Floyd.

Oh, yes.  You have my rapt attention.


The smile she grows to meet the sunlight.

Evo propped up on a rock, I set the ten second timer.  Running with grace in my hair, face and hands turned up to capture my exposure and complete reverence to the life giving mother.

Barefoot, I laid happily at his feet

Rubbing my naked back on each dewy blade of grass

My archer

Brilliant marksman takes his aim

Hand tensile

Anxiety builds in anticipation

Snap of the bow

The arrow she pierces the wind

Passing through sunlight

Furrowed feathers unfurl

Should I now hide my outrageous joy? I see it makes you uncomfortable.

Perhaps it makes you aware of the things you take for granted.
Perhaps the sound of my voice startles you because I have been silent for so long.
Perhaps it is my own vocal chords choking from unuse.
Perhaps it is only me that is uncomfortable.


Yes, that is the answer.  Once I isolated myself in shame of sadness, fearing pity or judgment for my impotence to take charge of my own life.  Afraid to speak my own name { out loud } 


But this is not the same old ground.  Not the same old fears.

Fear, my darling, is a choice.

 

In choosing a life full of love comes an acceptance, a full acquiescence to the magnitude of my potential. In whatever shape or form my soul moves me.  Happily, I surrender control of what that may look like on the outside.  No matter how much I want to blow the thing up, that fishbowl will always be there.


These are my new aspirations:

 

I will sing my amphibious song, my opera, at the top of my lungs.
I will wear stripey socks and my toes will dance inside my shoes while I drive.
I will paint your walls with wind and sunlight.
I will rewrite your love songs.
I will hold the mirror while you shave.
I will knit you a superhero cape, if you like, with crochet hearts and flowers.
I will thank you for thanking me.
I will breathe my fire, unapologetically.  Unreservedly.

Because grace is the flow.   And I am deep in it.  
The water she rushes uphill.

“Grace is wild. Grace unsettles everything. Grace overflows the banks. Grace messes up your hair. Grace is not tame.” — Doug Wilson

Confidence in every deliberate movement. With faith, I paint my world in ecstasy, out loud, with the colors past pain.  Don't expect me to be sane anymore.

{wish you were here.}

Dreams: tailormade lessons from your soul

Hello Darkness my old friend

I have extremely vivid dreams.  Every night. I always have.
This is a recurring nightmare I had for years.



I wake up to a strange noise.  There is a dark figure standing in the frame of the door.  Paralyzed with fear, I struggle futilely to get up.  My body is heavy. I pull at blankets to pull myself out of bed, but I cannot move.  The dark figure breathes. Then, I realize I have had this dream before.  I am not awake. I open my mouth and scream.  I can feel the vibrations deep inside growing until finally the noise comes out and I wake myself up.


Night after night, year after year, the same old story, the same old fear. 


Until one night, instead of struggling to get up, I sink my body down into the mattress.  My legs fly up and I twirl around on the bed.  It is fun, I am laughing! The darkness falls away and I wake up.



A reward for my triumph:  the very next night I dream I wake up.


A tree branch grows out from the wall behind my head.  On it sits a potted plant.  A violet.  From the ceiling extends down a wrapped gift with lots of colorful  curled ribbons. Unfortunately, my instinct over the last five years takes over before I realize that this dream is different.   I scream.  The decorations on the wrapping paper pixelate and start to fall off filling the air with confetti, as I wake up.  My subconscious was celebrating.  She gave me gifts! for finally learning the lesson she so patiently waited for me to learn.

To stop struggling.

To stop railing against that which I cannot change. 

The dark shadow is always there.  I can hear his shallow, panting breath.  I don't have to be afraid anymore. The answers are all inside of me, even in my dreams.

{dreaming with eyes wide open}