I look forward to you coming to me and telling me your stories.
Whether they’re old or new.
I feel so excited to listen to you and to see you.
… and when you come to me and tell stories from your heart,
when you speak from that place… I’ll feel it…
… and I want to feel all of you … your heart …
Dear June,
This morning, I’m sitting by the balcony.
The tree reaches out to me, and a little bird is nesting near the tip of its longest branch.
I saw the other one in the days before, calling out, inviting me to greet them.
It’s been raining… and they’ll have to face storms these days…
but this morning, they’re still here, singing their song, and the world listens.
Yours,
May