A love letter from the rebellion. (robot-free)

My dearest, 

I want you to know that I love you. 

And I also want you to know that I do not say this lightly.

Sometimes I worry that I tell people this too much. That I am watering down the love by spreading it too thin. 

That my boys will hear me tell you that I love you, and think that this somehow lessens the depth of feeling I have for them inside the soft folds of my heart.

It does not.

In fact, quite the opposite. 

Why else would we keep the words to ourselves when really, when we get down to the grittiest truth of all, it is ALL there is?

Nothing else matters besides the love we give. 

And the love we get. 

The end.

It is this currency between us that we too often withhold because we were bruised. 

We feel pain from a love that once hurt, and so we try to protect ourselves from it by denying it altogether. Or at least restricting it in self-preservation.

And what about when the love we get isn't a type of love that we want? 

And so we try to find an escape hatch from it.

I have been there, too. 

Not all love is the frequency that we resonate with, and this is okay. 

Attuning ourselves to the right channel, the right resonance...this is key.  Because what I have come to know over these last 47 years is that the more love I give in the way that feels right to me, the more it expands my insides and makes me able to hold it even MORE.

I want to write you here with a promise:

No Ai. Just me.

My words from my own heart because, well, because it is my real and messy truth in there. Robot free. And those truths might just stir something inside of you that also feels a lot like something right and good. 

I sure do hope so. 

How do you show your love to your people?

What do you do that makes it feel in the correct frequency for you? 

I would love to hear from you. 

With my whole entire heart turned inside out,

Natalie