In the excavation process that I call life, I have unearthed a relic of insight that you may find priceless, too. For peace and joy, peel the inner layers back to a place in time when you felt blissfully at home in the world - and exist from there. Before worry and self-consciousness and fear dug in their tentacles. And ego took hold. Could have been twenty-seven or seventeen for you, but I had to dig all the way back to age seven to meet up with the old/new/young/original/true me. Funny how the years and the cares melt away when you're in the company of someone who knows you better than you know yourself. And couldn't love you more.
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.