Who knows when this letter will find you…

My dear one,

Who knows when this letter will find you, but whenever it does, know that it will be the right time… The last few days, I was not able to reach you. The voices of your world have been louder than my own. Sometimes that’s just how it is. And when it is so, my message is scrambled into static. I want you to know that you are the one with the tuning dial, even when you don’t always remember you have it. This may feel ironic, since it is precisely in the times when you feel lost in other people’s worries and expectations, that I am most compelled to reach you. And I can — when you tune into.

Attuned senses sift sense from the nonsense.

But lost you are, sometimes for days, and my correspondence takes a long route to reach you. Do not concern yourself with that, just know that it’s coming. Do you ever wonder if pigeons were more predictable in their days? Makes me curious, if they’d do a better job of reaching you than I am currently able.

You know, like those moments, when a sudden flutter of a bird’s wings or the sound of a squirrel chasing another — is able to interrupt your thinking, to stop you, to remind you that you are part of something bigger. A tiny thing with the power of reminding you of something bigger than the moment of struggle, and bigger than other people’s narrow perspectives, bigger yet than all the limiting beliefs around you… That’s what I am talking about… 

In fact, I am now almost convinced I should send you a pigeon.

I am sure you’d notice something like that, even when you cannot hear my words. In fact, especially when you cannot hear my words, is when I should just show — not tell… So you know, I might just send you a pigeon, or a dove, or some beautiful rain, or maybe a breeze for your face… Anything that would show you that you are part of a grand universe full of possibilities and plenty of space. A space for you to breathe, to be… A space where you have everything you need. 

The space that’s right within you,

~Anima