Monday, October 17

letters


source: Google images
Last night I was reading through my emails and came across a link to a website that deeply touched me.  It’s called “Dear Robin” - and it was started by a woman that turned her grief at her friend Robin's recent death into a cathartic, healing online space where people who have lost someone can leave their letters – saying the things left unsaid, or the things they wanted to say one more time.

Life has shown me (first hand) the importance of saying the things that are important to say in the moment, because sometimes it’s easy to put it off - thinking we’ll always have tomorrow until the day we don’t, and the opportunity to say the things we wanted or meant to say is ripped away from us without notice or warning. 
So I try to live in each day as though the last thing I say to those I love just might
be the last thing I get to say to those I love.   

Because in some cases it has been.  And in some cases I've been left wishing I could stop the clock and go back - not just to say the things that were (for whatever reason) left unsaid, but also to say the things I did say one more time because "I love you" can never be said or heard too much or too often.   
As I read through the letters on “DearRobin,” I thought about that. 

I have a beautiful blank journal sitting in my art room and I’ve been wondering what I wanted to do with it – how I wanted to fill it.  I know now.  It’s going to be a book of letters to those I love; those I hold; those I miss. 
Because although I try to always say the things I want to say in person and in the moment, I’m human and sometimes I can get caught up in the petty stuff that doesn’t matter as much as the important stuff that does.      

That, and (on the other side of things) I won’t be here forever either and I want to record it all -  as a daily reminder to me, yes, but also leaving something behind so there isn’t any doubt about who I was, how I loved who I loved, and what filled my days and my heart with joy.
Just in case.
Because even if it is said, it can never be said too many times. 


Not from my heart anyway.

3 comments:

Cinderella said...

What an enormous blessing to take advantage of Queen.

Good for you for taking it to heart.

We each come to things as we are ready, and we each seem to have the opportunity to get them all as they unfold. It is such a generous gift from the Universe.

When you say to someone about what is immediately lovingly present in your heart for them - lifts a whole lot of repression, opens up communication, and lets in more joy and solid relationship.

Never once has it backfired when I practiced it, ever.

Writing it honors you - and someone you write about as well - with that same clarity of loving intent.

((hugs))

Trece said...

What a wonderful use for your journal. Like you, I try to live in the moment, and say what's in my heart. I learned to do this when my grandmother was dying. I wrote her a letter read that would tell her just how very much she meant to me. Never regretted it.
Hugs,
Trece

Kelly Johnson said...

Dear Dani,

Your post is beautiful. I am happy for you that you found a home for your letters. The world might benefit from reading one of yours. Let the healing movement begin!

All the best,

Kelly Johnson
The Dear Robin Project