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to you
A Letter for Your Season
A LETTER I ONCE SENT TO MY SISTER, NOW SHARED WITH YOU
IT CARRIES THE SAME THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS, PASSED FROM ONE PERSON TO ANOTHER
to you
A Letter for
Your Season
Your city must be welcoming spring by now.
Lately, I’ve been returning to myself, making quiet time to sit face to face with who I am.
I started reading ‘How to love(and be loved) by Jessica Baum, and it’s gently guiding me back to caring for the child within me. I’m practice tenderness again, with the parts of me that still themble.
The words you sent me are etched softly into my heart. I carry them each day. They steady me, warm me, and give me the quiet strength to take one small step forward at a time. There is something so grounding about knowing your voice is there.
I often think about you. About the emotions you must be feeling as you bring your vision to life, step by step. I know it isn’t simple, to face all those inner voices every day. And still, you do.
I am so deeply proud of you.
I believe that the colours and textures of these new experiences you’re encountering will offer you something gentle - but ones that will quietly gather into the most vivid feeling of all: Joy, and a kind of radiant delight.
I miss you. Stay well, and keep your light close my friend,
from Haein, xx
I miss you, xx
I often think about you. About the emotions you must be feeling as you bring your vision to life, step by step. I know it isn’t simple, to face all those inner voices every day. And still, you do.
I am so deeply proud of you.
I believe that the colours and textures of these new experiences you’re encountering will offer you something gentle - but ones that will quietly gather into the most vivid feeling of all: Joy, and a kind of radiant delight.
I miss you. Stay well, and keep your light close my friend,
from Haein, xx
I miss you, xx
I started reading ‘How to love(and be loved) by Jessica Baum, and it’s gently guiding me back to caring for the child within me. I’m practice tenderness again, with the parts of me that still themble.
The words you sent me are etched softly into my heart. I carry them each day. They steady me, warm me, and give me the quiet strength to take one small step forward at a time. There is something so grounding about knowing your voice is there.
Your city must be welcoming spring by now.
Lately, I’ve been returning to myself, making quiet time to sit face to face with who I am.