Letter to the Libertine

Dear heart,

You know I'm a great believer in the Universe. A great believer in the string that binds us and the songs that are sung along the invisible lines and ties that connect us. All of us.

For this reason we will always be connected. We will always be able to hear and feel each others vibration, tone and hum.

Breath will still be shared. It will make its way from lung to lung. Florence will remind us of that and the gentle sound of the exhalation as the breath heralds the coming will always be remembered.

Muscle has memory and and will live to serve that memory. Every stretch, every contraction, every flex will be testament to that which came before. It's important to keep moving. Always keep moving.

It's important to stay flexible. Don't give in to that sofa. Don't let the mind settle. Keep it moving as well. Open the mind, let the world in. Let every possibility have its say. It is your duty to share the world with the little ones as well. Give them alternatives. Make them think. Of other things.

For the gift that is you, I will always be grateful. How much have I been shown. I have seen within myself a kaleidescope of colours and textures and potential. How lucky am I.

I have so much to thank you for, but to do that I would have to open the box of sentimentality and its right at the back of the top shelf of you know which cupboard, so I'm just going to leave it there for now. I'm not good with glass as you know, and I don't think I could deal with another breakage just now.

So anyway...know that my energy will always be seeking out yours. They fit well and they really like each other.

And if you see Boy along the way, Piglet says tell him he's a really good root.

With love.