Love letter

[Guest guest]

When was the last time you wrote yourself a love letter? That's right-- I said "Write yourself a love letter."

Tonight, as I've sat here reading all our emails, and I read every single one-- I couldn't help but think about how hard we work at lifting each other up. I also know that for all of us-- we rarely take the time to look inward- and tell ourself just how wonderful we are.

So, I share this open letter with all of you.

Dear Tracie,

I know that you are tired, and hurting. I know that the medications you take stop your metabolism, and most days you feel like crap.

I also know that you have to put on that face of strength, and that smile that says everything is okay, even when you don't feel strong in your heart.

I know that you believe deep in your heart that the Divine is in charge, and that even in yor weakest moments, that you are carried and cared for.

Tracie, you are so much for so many other people, and that makes me proud- of myself. It is also humbling.

Your body is weak some days---- but your body is only a shell, and someday tha shell will surrender- and you will be free of pain and illness.

I also know that many times, you ask for help from the people around you, and that they can't hear what it is that you need. The other night, you fell on the freshly mopped kitchen floor-- it was still wet- and you had forgotten that as you came out of your bedroom.

You had asked your husband to hand you your shoes, and he went on a tirade about the fact that 'you knew' the floor was wet! You didn't want to hear this-- you just wanted some shoes so that you could get some traction to get up-- and get out of there. He answer was to have you scoot across the last few feet to the carpet- and get up there.

Fury arose, hurt feelings at not being heard. You waited patiently to talk to him again about this situation-- only to be reminded that if you had been thinking- you'd have recalled that the floor was wet.

the point was made- by you- that the fall on the floor was only warm-ups for a day when it will be a fall on the carpet because your legs couldn't hold you up.

Well, Tracie, I heard you. I heard you say that you are frightened by the prospect of that day. It wasn't that you hurt yourself with this fall--- but the real possibilty of doing so is a pain that runs deep. It's not physical pain. It is 'heart' pain-- emotional pain. It feels like having to give up one more piece of your soul.

I know that it is so hard for you to ask for help. I understand. I truly do.

Tracie, I honor you by giving you permission to ask for the help you need. I honor you by letting it be okay to be frightened. I honor you by hearing you-- even as you sit and look and reach out to those around you. Even when they can't yet hear you.

May each of us honor ourself-- and do what we know we need to do-- to take the best care of ourself as we can. By staying present with ourself- we will be stronger, and have more to give to those around us-- as well as ourself.

Honoring myself, Loving myself,

Tracie

[Guest guest]

Wow Tracie, that was amazing.. We do forget how important we are, we are in such a fighting mode most of the time.. Thanks for reminding us that our bodies need to hear this.

Hugs,

-- Love letter

When was the last time you wrote yourself a love letter? That's right-- I said "Write yourself a love letter." Tonight, as I've sat here reading all our emails, and I read every single one-- I couldn't help but think about how hard we work at lifting each other up. I also know that for all of us-- we rarely take the time to look inward- and tell ourself just how wonderful we are.So, I share this open letter with all of you.Dear Tracie,I know that you are tired, and hurting. I know that the medications you take stop your metabolism, and most days you feel like crap. I also know that you have to put on that face of strength, and that smile that says everything is okay, even when you don't feel strong in your heart.I know that you believe deep in your heart that the Divine is in charge, and that even in yor weakest moments, that you are carried and cared for. Tracie, you are so much for so many other people, and that makes me proud- of myself. It is also humbling. Your body is weak some days---- but your body is only a shell, and someday tha shell will surrender- and you will be free of pain and illness. I also know that many times, you ask for help from the people around you, and that they can't hear what it is that you need. The other night, you fell on the freshly mopped kitchen floor-- it was still wet- and you had forgotten that as you came out of your bedroom.You had asked your husband to hand you your shoes, and he went on a tirade about the fact that 'you knew' the floor was wet! You didn't want to hear this-- you just wanted some shoes so that you could get some traction to get up-- and get out of there. He answer was to have you scoot across the last few feet to the carpet- and get up there. Fury arose, hurt feelings at not being heard. You waited patiently to talk to him again about this situation-- only to be reminded that if you had been thinking- you'd have recalled that the floor was wet. the point was made- by you- that the fall on the floor was only warm-ups for a day when it will be a fall on the carpet because your legs couldn't hold you up. Well, Tracie, I heard you. I heard you say that you are frightened by the prospect of that day. It wasn't that you hurt yourself with this fall--- but the real possibilty of doing so is a pain that runs deep. It's not physical pain. It is 'heart' pain-- emotional pain. It feels like having to give up one more piece of your soul. I know that it is so hard for you to ask for help. I understand. I truly do. Tracie, I honor you by giving you permission to ask for the help you need. I honor you by letting it be okay to be frightened. I honor you by hearing you-- even as you sit and look and reach out to those around you. Even when they can't yet hear you.May each of us honor ourself-- and do what we know we need to do-- to take the best care of ourself as we can. By staying present with ourself- we will be stronger, and have more to give to those around us-- as well as ourself.Honoring myself, Loving myself, Tracie

[Guest guest]

Your letter is great Tracie!!! Thanks for sharing....Becky wrote: Wow Tracie, that was amazing.. We do forget how important we are, we are in such a fighting mode most of the time.. Thanks for reminding us that our bodies need to hear this. Hugs, -- Love letter When was the last time you wrote yourself a love letter? That's right-- I said "Write yourself a love letter." Tonight, as I've sat here reading all our emails, and I read every single one-- I couldn't help but think about how hard we work at lifting each other up. I also know that

for all of us-- we rarely take the time to look inward- and tell ourself just how wonderful we are.So, I share this open letter with all of you.Dear Tracie,I know that you are tired, and hurting. I know that the medications you take stop your metabolism, and most days you feel like crap. I also know that you have to put on that face of strength, and that smile that says everything is okay, even when you don't feel strong in your heart.I know that you believe deep in your heart that the Divine is in charge, and that even in yor weakest moments, that you are carried and cared for. Tracie, you are so much for so many other people, and that makes me proud- of myself. It is also humbling. Your body is weak some days---- but your body is only a shell, and someday tha shell will surrender- and you will be free of pain and illness. I also know that many times, you ask for help from the people around

you, and that they can't hear what it is that you need. The other night, you fell on the freshly mopped kitchen floor-- it was still wet- and you had forgotten that as you came out of your bedroom.You had asked your husband to hand you your shoes, and he went on a tirade about the fact that 'you knew' the floor was wet! You didn't want to hear this-- you just wanted some shoes so that you could get some traction to get up-- and get out of there. He answer was to have you scoot across the last few feet to the carpet- and get up there. Fury arose, hurt feelings at not being heard. You waited patiently to talk to him again about this situation-- only to be reminded that if you had been thinking- you'd have recalled that the floor was wet. the point was made- by you- that the fall on the floor was only warm-ups for a day when it will be a fall on the carpet because your legs couldn't hold you up. Well, Tracie, I heard you. I

heard you say that you are frightened by the prospect of that day. It wasn't that you hurt yourself with this fall--- but the real possibilty of doing so is a pain that runs deep. It's not physical pain. It is 'heart' pain-- emotional pain. It feels like having to give up one more piece of your soul. I know that it is so hard for you to ask for help. I understand. I truly do. Tracie, I honor you by giving you permission to ask for the help you need. I honor you by letting it be okay to be frightened. I honor you by hearing you-- even as you sit and look and reach out to those around you. Even when they can't yet hear you.May each of us honor ourself-- and do what we know we need to do-- to take the best care of ourself as we can. By staying present with ourself- we will be stronger, and have more to give to those around us-- as well as ourself.Honoring myself, Loving myself,

Tracie

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