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Love Letter

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I declared 2025 as a year of love letters.

I envisioned writing a love letter every month.

I've been wondering why I haven't.



I got off to a good start.

Then green blessings swept me away.

Responsibilities and pleasures called to me.

My vow languished.



On paper, that is.

In my mind, I write love letters.

Lots of them.

Every day.

I find it easy to love those who love me.



Easy to love those who are kind to me.

Easy to love those who praise me.

Easy to love those who agree with me.

Easy to love those who value me.



But my mind turns as well to those who revile me.

I feel the pain of their rejection.

I grieve the loss of those who have turned their backs on me.

I rail against the vicious lies and baseless slander spread against me.

I despair.

I long to belong.



My inner landscape needs pruning.

For the past eleven days, I have spelled for release.

As the moon waned, I called upon the grandmothers to open my mind.

As the moon grew smaller, I saw the words of my detractors dissolving.

As the moon disappeared, I petitioned my guardians, my guides, the seven directions, the elements, the Ancient ones, and my Motherline to shake me free.



Let joy be present in every cell.

Let my conviction be unshakable.

Let my writing endure for thousands of years.



Praise, I remind myself, however grand it feels, isn't worth much.

Criticism is precious.

Adversity is of great value.



To let go, I must change my own mind.

Rewrite my own story.

Compost all that grieves me,



I bless my enemies.

They are the ones who make me strong and wise.



This is a love letter to every person who has betrayed me.

Your betrayal dispelled my complacency.

Your betrayal made me take the next step.

Your betrayal swept away my longing for security.

Your betrayal opened my heart.



I am a medicine woman.

All bitterness is transmuted into healing remedies.



This is a love letter to every person who has slandered me.

Your lies cannot diminish me.

Sacred work can be demeaned, but not diminished.

Your false witness fades and disintegrates.

I am older than your lies.

I am bigger than your meanness.



I am a shaman.

My energy is endless.

My opportunities abound.



All lies and slander return to those who spoke or wrote them.



This is a love letter to those who choose to ignore me.

This is a love letter to those who throw me in the trash.

This is a love letter to those who slam doors in my face.



You don't want me; nature loves me.

You refuse to allow to be with you; loving companions abound.

You ghost me, my memories of our sisterhood abide.



I am a green witch.

I know how to fill that which is empty.

I know when to empty that which stinks.



This is a love letter to every mean bitch who slammed me.

To every thoughtless guy who threw me under the bus.

I am eternal.

I am resilient.



I am the voice of the earth.

I am the voice of the plants.

I absorb your violence.

I find nourishment everywhere.



I eat you.

I eat that which is vile.

I eat your envy.

I consume your rage.

Mushrooms unfold.

Life thrives.



It is in beauty.

Beauty surrounds me.

My mind is filled with beauty.



It is a giveaway dance, breathing with the plants.

Heart beating as one with the earth's heart.

I am the plants.

I am the earth.

I am endless.



I am surrounded by green blessings.

The goddess loves her children.

Gratitude

Joy

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