Letters.
Letters.
❤️.. hello.
..my dear friend.. I offer what you are already so used to by now, hopefully for the last time..1 a caveat —
Summer approaches. And I’m thinking of my return.
My absence here tells you I’ve long wondered what to do with this space as I grow and change — as my family grows and changes — what do I do with my presence here — anywhere — beyond the boundaries of my home, my relationships, my own mind, heart, & soul? How does this space fit in, holistically, within my vocation of vocations? What is my holy response as I continue here?
I’ve always written to you, to everyone, with God mixed in there as my audience.
I will just continue..
.. but I will call these Letters. This is what I’ve been doing anyway, no?
Always a letter, always a little communique, always a little how ya doin’? ..always a little digging & a sharing of my soul.. ..which is what writing is anyway.
We will sit and continue to converse at our worn little table. Bring your beverage of choice..
Why does saying any of this matter?
.. because I need to tell myself the boundaries of my soul’s work, that’s all. Delineation and the figurative drawing of fences helps with minds like mine.
So.. just Letters. An old idea, resurrected, stamped with a little label. Letters, letters, letters..2
From here, I can carry a different thought into the Main and reference whatever I think & write, however I move here.
That’s the plan .. for now. :P
❤️
in Love,
your veronica
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In Spiritu Tuo, ad gloriam Patris. 5.18.2023. Ascension Thursday.
..no fingers crossed..
.. and to go back and re-classify all those letters.. how many?!