Love note #1
This time not of darkness, forboding, and wonder.
Not murky and tumultuously existential.
It was a note of appreciation.
A note that said, proudly, look what you did!
As one would say to a brave toddler.
A note so simple, uncomplicated.
No criticism or doubt or insidious trap doors.
No what-ifs nor hesitancy allowed.
A visual, visible note to me.
A concrete reminder around mental blockades.
To make it real and mine and true.
Admittedly, it was a love note!
The first from me to me, a profession of love.
How did I not do this sooner?
The first note of many more.
I have spent too much time licking my wounds.
Now to delight in new possibility.
Dear little Lia,
You ask for a good life and you work for it.
Let yourself have it openly.
