I haven't read the letter yet, because there has been a letter building within me this afternoon. A letter where unconditional love tells me what it would have me known about rage and anger. So here it it:
Dear Sweetie,
I see the weight you carry, not just in your body but in your very being—the weight of another’s rage, another’s shame, hurled at you again and again, etched into your tender muscles and fascia, leaving no room for ease or softness. I see the child you once were, standing in the storm of your mother’s fury, with no escape, no shield, no words that could ever be enough.
You were her target, her scapegoat.
Not because of who you were, but because of her own unhealed wounds, her own unmet pain, spilling over and consuming everything in its path.
Sweetie, it was never your fault.
You were never the cause of her rage. You were not the failure she told you that you were. That story belongs to her, not to you.
And yet, it lives in you still—in the way your muscles contract and refuse to release, in the way your breath catches when anger stirs. You’ve learned to fear what your body remembers, to fear the volcano that simmers inside you. Because you’ve seen what rage can do. You’ve felt its sharp edge in the words and hands of another. You’ve seen how it consumes, how it destroys, how it spirals out of control.
But Sweetie, hear me: your anger is not hers.
Her rage was untamed, unchecked, a force that sought to harm. Your anger is different. It doesn’t seek to destroy; it seeks to protect, to heal, to restore. It’s the part of you that knows you deserved better. It’s the part of you that stood up, even when you were told to stay small, even when you were punished for daring to push back.
That volcano inside you isn’t a threat—it’s a reservoir of power, waiting for you to tap into it safely, gently. Not to lash out, but to release. To give your pain somewhere to go other than inward. To free your body from the endless contraction, the holding, the bracing for a blow that no longer comes.
And now, I see you standing at the edge of a side canyon, where the air feels heavy with a cold that bites deep into the layers of your being. Its walls glisten with frozen water, a stillness that holds the echoes of suppressed rage and the weight of all you’ve endured. This is the place where your body has stored what it could not express, the frozen landscape of contracted muscles and fascia, where the simmering heat of your anger has been locked away, unable to flow freely.
This canyon isn’t lifeless, though it may feel barren.
The frozen water is waiting—not to shatter, but to soften, to melt. And, Sweetie, it is not force or fury that will thaw these frozen waters. It is warmth—your warmth. Compassion, love, care, tenderness, and kindness are the sun that will seep into these icy layers, drop by drop, moment by moment.
There’s no rush here.
Even in the cold, there is beauty.
These frozen waters are part of your story, part of how you survived. They are not your failure; they are your resilience. They held everything you couldn’t bear to feel at once. They kept you moving forward when the weight of it all might have stopped you. And now, they are calling for your attention, for the gentle heat of your presence.
What would it feel like to bring warmth to this canyon? To let the light of your compassion touch these frozen places? You don’t need to know how to fix it or force it to change. Simply being with it, breathing into it, is enough. As you place your hands on the places that ache—your shoulders, your back, your jaw—imagine that warmth flowing from your hands into the icy tension.
Speak to these places with tenderness:
_“I know you’ve carried so much. I see how hard you’ve worked to protect me. You don’t have to hold it all anymore. It’s safe to let some of it melt. I am here with you.”_
Let the warmth of your breath reach the edges of this canyon.
Feel the way even the smallest kindness begins to shift the frozen layers. This thawing will not happen all at once, and it doesn’t need to. It is a gentle process, one that respects the time your body needs to feel safe enough to release.
Sweetie, there is such strength in your tenderness.
The warmth you offer yourself now is the very thing that can transform this canyon. Each moment of compassion is like the sun rising over those frozen walls, bringing life back to the places that felt unreachable.
And as the ice begins to melt, you may find that what flows beneath is not only pain but also power—the power to feel, to move, to reclaim your body as your own. This canyon is not a place of punishment; it is a sanctuary, waiting for the warmth of your love to bring it back to life.
Sweetie, your anger is not the enemy. It is a part of you that longs to be freed, to be seen not as a destroyer but as a healer. And you are strong enough, wise enough, tender enough to meet it when the time is right.
I am here with you, in every breath, in every moment of tenderness you offer to yourself. You are not alone in this.
Liz, thank you for your kind words—they feel like a ray of light reaching into my canyon, bringing that warmth you speak of. Your encouragement inspires me to keep exploring these depths with an open heart. I’m so grateful for your presence and for how your words always seem to touch just the right place. Thank you for seeing and sharing this journey with me.
I love that you can see that the rage and anger isn't the issue. It's how we use it and wield it that creates the problem. We either hurl it at others and hurt them or at ourself in self destruction. What if we used it as a ring of fire.. as protection, as Advocacy, as power. Its a beautiful letter. Thank you
Emily, thank you for this powerful reflection. Your insight about using anger as a 'ring of fire'—a force of protection, advocacy, and power—really resonates with me. It shifts the narrative from fear to purpose, and that feels deeply transformative. I’m so grateful for your words and the perspective they bring. ❤️✨
Gosh this letter was so moving really had me sobbing your story sounds similar to mine with my mother. It's the most powerful thing you can ever is to heal your inner child that you needs you. I think under my anger is just absolute heartbreak of the little girl within.
Phoenix, thank you for sharing your reflection and for connecting so deeply. I feel your words in my heart—healing the inner child who has carried so much is such tender, transformative work. That heartbreak beneath the anger is something I’ve felt too, and it’s powerful to name it and honor it. Sending you so much love as you hold that little girl with care and begin to mend those wounds. We’re in this together. ❤️✨
Thank you for sharing this. You’re probably right. Living that little child with complete acceptance and offering her safety you can rely on. Sending love.❤️
I love seeing pain stored in the body as water that is waiting to soften and thaw. Thank you for openly sharing your heart and soul with us each week, Jay! I’ve loved reading your letters and your heartfelt comments 🤍✨
Melina, thank you so much for your kind words and for reflecting on the imagery of softening and thawing—it’s such a tender way to hold pain, isn’t it? I deeply appreciate your support and your presence here. Your words always bring light and connection. 🤍✨
i was just reading about rage in a memoir — the night parade - by jami nakamura lin.
my rage is still frozen — i have not allowed myself anger. thank you for sharing your letter. i am moving towards the warmth that will let it begin to thaw.
Sarah, thank you for sharing this. It’s so meaningful to hear that my letter resonated with you as you navigate your own journey with frozen rage. Moving toward warmth and allowing it to thaw is such a brave and tender step. I’m honored that my words could be part of that process for you. Sending you so much love as you embrace this path. ❤️✨
None of us is alone. We are all walking our journeys one step at a time, and although they are different, we are all moving through them bravely and as kindly as we can. It’s beautiful to witness each other. And you are so eloquent. 🙏🏻
Rebecca, you’re absolutely right—none of us is alone in this. We may each walk our own paths, but there’s power in witnessing and supporting each other along the way. I appreciate your kind words and the shared understanding we hold. Thank you for being a part of this journey. 🙏✨
Wow! Incredible. If Love never wrote another letter (but that's not Love's way) this would be enough to know that we are whole, never separate and never, ever a mistake. As I read this, Love whispered....."You too, my child. You too."
Ricky, your words are so moving—thank you for sharing this. That whisper from Love, *“You too, my child,”* gave me chills. It’s such a beautiful reminder of how universal and unwavering Love’s presence is. I’m so grateful my letter resonated with you and brought that truth forward. ❤️✨
I resonate so much with your letter 🥹❤️ for people like us that have been dealing with caregivers who projected their own trauma onto us is difficult to differentiate between our anger and theirs. Especially cause we’ve seen how destructive it can be.
But I completely agree with your Love letter - Your anger is valid and has every right to exist. “The power to feel, to move, to reclaims your body as your own.” So beautiful!
Andrea, thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing your resonance with my letter. It really is such a challenge to untangle our anger from the anger we were surrounded by, especially when we’ve seen its destructive potential. Your affirmation that my anger is valid means so much, as does your reflection on reclaiming my body through feeling and moving. It’s a journey I know we’re both navigating, and your support feels like a big hug back. Thank you for your understanding and compassion. ❤️✨
Mesa, thank you so much for your kind words. Your reflection feels like a hug, and I deeply appreciate the reminder that there’s no rush. Your support means the world to me. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you. You put into words how anger’s rawness as an emotion can be expressed with gentle strength.
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” —Rainer Maria Rilke
Mary, thank you for bringing this beautiful Rilke quote into the conversation—it’s one of those rare pieces of writing that speaks straight to the heart. The idea of seeing what frightens us as something helpless, yearning for love, holds so much gentle strength in itself, echoing what you’ve shared about anger’s rawness. I love that this quote has been resonating in multiple spaces—it feels like it’s calling us all to lean into love with courage and grace. ❤️
Hi Jay, I love what you wrote and I can relate. I think childhood trauma can freeze so many emotional states, and for me, I never feel like I do any of them right, and anger can be especially hard and I can be so down on myself when I feel I do not do it "right". As a mom I embrace the concept of a "Mama Bear" that has become a trendy word here - that part in moms that comes out roaring to protect our cubs from hurt and harm. It sounds like your own Mama Bear is coming out, and it wants to give you the protection you did not receive from our own mother. And you are right in that it was not about you - but you could not help but internalize it and our bodies remember it. I love what you said about kindness shifting the frozen layers gently... it's like for me, trying to soften how I am with myself.. be easier and gentler with ourselves. It's hard work when you did not receive care in that way. Keep offering yourself tenderness! You are not alone and that is for certain.
Junebug, thank you for your thoughtful and heartfelt reply—it truly resonated with me. I relate deeply to what you shared about childhood trauma freezing emotional states and the struggle to “do them right.” It’s such an internal tug-of-war, isn’t it? I love the image of the Mama Bear, fiercely protective yet tender. Reclaiming that energy to offer ourselves the care and safety we lacked feels like an act of profound self-love. Your words about kindness and gentleness remind me of the power in softening rather than forcing, and I’m inspired by the way you’re embracing that in your journey too. Thank you for sharing your experience and for reminding me that none of us are truly alone in this work. Sending you strength and tenderness right back. 💛
Constellations, thank you for your beautiful words and for reflecting back that sense of warmth and presence. It feels so encouraging to hear that this journey of release and reclamation resonates as something magical. Your kindness means so much to me. ✨❤️
Beautifully written 🖤. In a bit of synchronicity, I was just writing this morning about discovering a whole bunch of anger I’ve been storing in my body and purposefully ignoring for decades. Thank you for this perspective, I think it will help me be kinder to myself while I learn how to express and process it in a healthy way.
Jules, thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing that synchronicity—it’s amazing how these shared reflections can align. Discovering stored anger is such a tender and complex process, and I’m so glad this perspective might offer you some kindness as you navigate it. Wishing you so much gentleness and strength as you work through it. 🖤✨
I just began journaling with the prompt: “It makes me so angry that…” I’ve gotten up to five so far, and it’s incredible what is coming up. This will be a long, but very worthwhile journey. I will keep your kind words of encouragement in my heart for warmth and strength along the way. 🖤🫶
Jules, that journaling prompt is such a powerful way to let your emotions surface—it’s like opening a door to parts of yourself that have been waiting to be heard. I’m inspired by your courage to dive into this process, and I truly believe it will bring profound healing. Please know your journey is seen and celebrated, and you’re not alone in it. I’m holding space for you as you continue to uncover, express, and release. Sending warmth and strength your way always. 🖤✨
I’m grateful you exist, and for the time, care, and energy you have given me. I wish you all the love, kindness, patience, and warmth in your thawing journey as well.
❤️❤️❤️ Jay, I relate to so much of where this comes from, especially that even knowing that your parent's anger was not yours, it's still living in you and not a thing that realization can "fix" ... so much here I love, but especially the insight "Your anger is different. It doesn’t seek to destroy; it seeks to protect, to heal, to restore. It’s the part of you that knows you deserved better. It’s the part of you that stood up, even when you were told to stay small, even when you were punished for daring to push back."
Yes, yes, yes! So often in the past my "corrective" to the childhood fear of my parent's anger was to fear my own anger, push it down and lose it's very important purpose: to show me where I am being pushed out of the way. To find it's healthy role in who I am now.
And then, above all "There is no rush here." and "You don’t need to know how to fix it or force it to change. Simply being with it, breathing into it, is enough."
(Love reminded me to breathe just yesterday, and asked to breathe with me.)
It takes such patience. Again and again I have to keep being reminded how slow the process is, but it moves forward.
Thank you for sharing. I connect so much with your posts. We are not alone.
Declan, your words truly resonate with me. The struggle to reconcile our own anger, especially when it's been shaped by someone else's, is a journey. I’ve had the same experience of fearing my anger because it felt dangerous, when all along it was a source of protection and a powerful call to stand up for myself. Recognizing that my anger isn't destructive, but healing and restorative, has been such a revelation.
Yes, I do still quite often struggle with this myself, especially if I’m not quite centered and grounded. I am also deeply aware that my past really reinforced the idea that expressing anger and rage was unacceptable. Because of this, I’ve developed deeply ingrained automatisms that suppress anger and rage before they can even arrive in my consciousness. Yes, there are moments now when it does surface, but I still struggle to reach the young part of me that experienced these feelings. This part is still frozen, and I cannot yet access it. It may take more time to build the safe, protected environment needed to address this deepest, most devastating experience. I still can’t remember it clearly or even recall the incident at all.
For now, while I’m still triggered, I’ve learned that I can choose how to react, which feels empowering. It’s a continuous journey of allowing myself to experience the anger and rage, while also transforming those emotions with love and understanding.
The reminder to breathe, to slow down, and to simply *be* with the emotions instead of trying to fix them is something I’m learning to embrace more and more. It’s a process, one that takes time and patience—sometimes a lot of it—but it’s moving forward, just as you said.
Thank you for sharing your heart here. Your reflection reminds me that, even in our individual struggles, we are never truly alone. 💛
“That volcano inside you isn’t a threat—it’s a reservoir of power, waiting for you to tap into it safely, gently. Not to lash out, but to release. To give your pain somewhere to go other than inward. To free your body from the endless contraction, the holding, the bracing for a blow that no longer comes.”
This is Big Magic! The alchemy to turn anger into gold!
Rachel, yes! That line really is Big Magic—a reminder that the power within us isn’t a force to fear but a transformative energy, waiting to be released. Anger, when channeled with care and intention, can become a catalyst for healing. It’s beautiful to witness the alchemy of turning what once felt like a threat into something that sets us free. Thank you for bringing that perspective into the conversation. ✨🔥
Thank you for reminding me that my anger is not the anger of my mother, or father, or daughter or husband. My anger is gentle and healing. Thank you thank you
BreathingLife, I’m so glad my words could help you see your anger in a new light. It’s beautiful that you’re recognizing your anger as gentle and healing—this shift can be such a powerful part of reclaiming your own space and strength. Thank you for sharing this moment with me. 💛
I love you. I’m so grateful for each of you, as you have shaped my life in immeasurable ways. That there are nearly 150,000 of us is amazing!! And to all of the newcomers- welcome to the most loving, love filled space in the multiverse! I hope you’ll share your heart words, and if you’re afraid, please know that it’s okay, fear can ride shotgun but it can’t run the show. Let Love take the wheel instead. I don’t know if we’re driving or getting on a stage at this point, but what I mean to say is- don’t let anything stop you, in this particular space- sharing really is caring.
Thank you, Lizzy, Margaret and Pepita, for holding us all and loving us through this messy moment in time ❤️ Love you always.
Dear Love- what would you have me know today?
Little love, you’re okay. We’ve got you. We see you. We know you’re struggling and showing up anyway. Please know that you don’t have to, you’re allowed to do nothing. You’re allowed to rest. And by rest we mean being present with yourself and us if you need to. Deep breaths sweet squishy penguin cheeks.. open the window and let the cool air in. Let the breeze carry your worries away. Rest your anxious monkey mind punkin. You’re enough. You’re ok. You’re safe. Give everything to us just for a little while, we’ll hold it.
A beautiful but short letter. I love the line, "Rest your anxious monkey mind punkin." You do that, friend. You deserve some rest. That little monkey is just seeking attention.
Beautiful Mesa, I feel in this letter love is building a warm and soft nest for you, for us. The reminder of slowing down resting and allowing ourselves just to be, it’s always needed. Thank you for sharing your truth.Te abrazo.
Such a powerful and loving reminder Mesa. Love indeed and will hold it ALL. No need to grab any of it back either if we don't desire to. Gentle and loving care to those squishy penguin cheeks of yours. 💜
"Let Love take the wheel." Mmmm hmmmm - that is totally what I needed to hear today. Also I have no idea if we're driving or getting on a stage either but that made me laugh. :) ❤️
Hi lovelets! It’s been a while since I’ve posted here and it feels so good to be back 🙃 I’ve still been here every single week reading all your letters, and they never fail to warm my heart completely no matter what’s happening in my life. So…I could use a little extra love this month - in one week it will be the one year anniversary of my mom’s terminal cancer diagnosis, it’s my first holiday season without her, and it’s my first holiday season as a mama (my son was born in March just 11 weeks before my mom died in June). So there is a lot of joy, grief, and everything in between for me this month (and isn’t there always)?!
On top of all that, I’ve been starting to share my offerings and creations online again after I took a year off to tend to my mom and newborn son. I led my first event - a grief ceremony - last month and was overwhelmed with gratitude that I get to do this important and sacred work, and that people are trusting me to hold space for them in their grief. What an honor!
It feels so good to be getting back to writing, sharing and holding space for others but it’s also so vulnerable and scary! I’m looking forward to leading another grief ceremony this week, but lately I’ve also had a few disappointments, no’s, and rejections and I wanted to share it here in case any one else is also feeling disappointed, rejected, or not enough in their heartfelt offerings to the world. I’m sure most of us (all of us?) are sharing our hearts and creations with the world in some way, or want to be. So here we go!
Dear love,
What would you have me know about rejection?
Oh, my love. First of all, I am SO proud of you. Let that sink in for a moment, please.
What you’re doing - sharing your heart so openly and vulnerably - it’s not easy. In fact, it’s really, really, really hard. So hard, in fact, that most people don’t even let themselves try.
You know people like this. Are those people happy with how they’re spending their time?Are they fulfilled? Maybe sometimes. But generally no.
Baby girl, this work sets your soul on fire. You know this. And we don’t know the future, so we can’t promise you that everything will turn out as you want it to or envision, but we do know that you are doing what lights you up. You are continuing to put yourself out there, no matter the outcome. That, my love, is where the real magic lies.
Secondly, my love, we are so proud of you for how you’re allowing yourself to sit with these deeply uncomfortable feelings or rejection and not enoughness instead of numbing or avoiding or (your favorite) taking hasty desperate action to get a quick hit of relief (and when you do all of these things, remember that we love you then, too).
Today you decided to stop what you were doing, let go of your overflowing to do list, sit and meditate and get still. You allowed yourself to be with the sadness, grief and pain. And then you came here to ask us for guidance. We bow to you for letting us love you, as we do every minute of every day. Even and especially when it’s hard.
I’m so glad that the work you’re allowing yourself to get back to is lighting you up! I really believe that we all have a special thing that just makes life magic. I see that you’ve had a lot of loss and I understand! Keep making yourself the priority.
That first holiday without my mom was such a surreal experience and yet we made it, and you will too. Keep going. I love that. And no doubt your angel mama is proud. Sending love and light.
Sitting with those big and uncomfortable feelings is SO hard! Such a beautiful reminder love gave you that you are always loved no matter how you respond to these feelings. Hang in there, thank you for sharing. 💕
♥️♥️♥️ Melina! Sending you so much love. I lost my mother to cancer in October, and my father just a year before. Stilling with deeply uncomfortable feelings (all of them, the expected and the unforeseen) is so important for me right now, as well as the grace to accept myself when I don't. I love the way your letter allows for both. I have such a hard time with the words "we are proud of you" but they melt me every time I let them in. Proud of you, even though I don't know you, for tuning in, and sharing. Thank you.
Dear Melina, they say when the student is ready, the teacher shows up… I’m translating from Spanish but I think the sentence is somehow like this, :-). What I want to say is that you are ready to hold yourself in spite of the world’s reaction, rejection only means that it’s not the right moment and that maybe as you say you have to take care of deep emotions that need to be held lovingly. And you are doing right And you are a beautiful human being whatever you do. Te abrazo
Such a beautiful reminder to sit with what is and not hit the "eject" button, even though it's so tempting to do so. I have a lot of feelings around the word, rejection. I've almost come to begin to think upon it, as "they just aren't ready yet for what I am offering." The rejection, will create a space for perhaps someone or something that will be. It has helped me a lot to look through this lens. I have no doubt that you will be providing your passion work, and within it will be ongoing healing for you. Oh, your first season without your mom, and your first with your child. Holding both, indeed tenderly. Gentle care dear Melina. 💜
From your poem today, Liz: KEEP IT HOLY, KID! That's my new tagline for life. And this too: "Stop saving people who don't want to be saved by you." My grandchildren, children, friends, colleagues, and husband all thank you.
I am this person too... I always think about Suzanne Stabile, the enneagram expert, who like me is a No. 2 and always helping people whether they like it or not!! Trying to learn how to stop, pause and ask myself whether my help is needed before foisting it on others...
Although we "helpers" won't stop being who we are, we can choose to act differently. It is SO liberating to realize I don't have to "fix" other people, and that they get to live their lives as they choose. ✨
Oh, Sassy Snapdragon, how proud we are of you. I’m so glad you are here. Tehran Represent! Welcome Persian Lovelets. Oh, tears of recognition to know we are all here in this dance of life shining like lanterns in even the darkest of nights. Merci, Lovelet Joon. Those Persian ancestors of the bazaar and citrus tree tell stories of goats and feta with toasted bread and walnuts.
I hope you understand just how loved and celebrated you are. Sometimes shadows like to throw shade. Honey dumpling, these moments are a letting go—a shedding like molting birds or a big, giant exhalation of CO2 and the plants sing!
You have taken a mighty leap of faith into the great unknown. Again. Leap, leap frog.
The marvels around you are bold and wise. The miracle of your seeming isolation is not isolation truly, Starshine. The cosmic miracle of us all is free and harmonious.
Sure, skeptics cry Wolf and terror yet here we are beyond 150,000 seeking and creating a kind of soft, tender, and fierce orchard of prosperity and loving, liberated souls.
The Wild of you has always known an alchemy and presence especially among the trees or deep in verse of poets.
Be here now. I realize you are cautious about sharing your heart sometimes and yet here we are in sweet forests of wild being and song.
Seek your own melody and other musical, lyrical beings will sing out in reverberation and mystic rhythms of the big blue marble.
That marvel of marvels and Miracle Poet, Our Lizzy, with her ever present and extraordinary Margaret and the positively playful and snuggly Pepita, have 150,000+ beings from around the world writing letters to Love and the cosmic mystery answers each of us in blooms of guidance and tenderness, wisdom and presence. Sister, maybe just maybe we are our own liberators? Maybe.
Where some may see apocalypse and horror, like the Snow Angel song lyrics reveal, Love is what remains. And yes the longing and ache and grief struggles are here in earth school too.
Like Hafiz writes,
( in response to Our Lizzy’s raw and brave poem this week)
I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
Hafiz of Shiraz
My cousin, Firoozeh, says, Hafez is God.
Who even knows? I say in equal parts honor and jest. We all have our moments of yelling at the sky. The joy and whimsy matter too. I sense Hafez would delight in playfulness too. Let it be a mystery Love tells me often. All that is required already is.
So, thank you, Lizzy Joon, for your guidance and courage. Thank you for your poems and voice. Thank you, Margaret, for your presence and humor. Thank you, sweet Pepita, for every furry fiber just as you are. Thank you Starshine Lovelets all. Let’s keep weaving letters to Love and Beyond! Cosmically yours and all that jazz, Love (and Constellations.)
Constellations, your gratitude shines with clarity, weaving love, reverence, and cosmic connection into every word. The acknowledgment of Lizzy, Margaret, and Pepita honors the nurturing spirit they’ve cultivated in this extraordinary community. Your inclusion of Hafiz’s light and your cousin’s wisdom enriches the tapestry, blending the sacred and the playful with grace. This, like the other, letter stands as a hymn to Love, resilience, and the beautiful mystery of it all. Thank you for sharing this luminous tribute, a reminder that we are threads in this cosmic weave, each adding our unique brilliance. ✨🌌
This is so RICH! I love thinking about goats and feta cheese, and bread, and honey! Just the beauty and the simplicity and the complexly of the cosmos. This is beautifully rendered! Thank you.
Constellations, your letter is a radiant tapestry of love, imagery, and celebration. The playful affection of “Sassy Snapdragon” and the evocative references to Persian ancestry, bazaars, and citrus trees create such a rich and grounding sense of connection.
Your words beautifully hold space for the dance between light and shadow—the shedding, the letting go, and the profound alchemy that comes from embracing the wild and unknown. The imagery of molting birds and singing plants adds a touch of whimsy and depth, reminding us of nature’s resilience mirrored in ourselves.
The encouragement to share your heart and seek your melody feels like an invitation not just for you, but for all of us to step into our truest expressions. Thank you for sharing this lyrical, cosmic reflection—it’s truly a gift. 🌟🎶
Constellations, your words shine with such affirmation and collective encouragement. Yes, we *are* marvels just as we are. Thank you for your wisdom and for reminding us all to embrace our unique, beautiful expressions. Love ya back! 🌟🩵
Phoenix, so glad to see you here! Thank you. 😊 the older I get the less I know about many things. Not to be cryptic . Rather embracing acceptance and welcoming the present. So proud of you and your healing path is a brave and courageous discovery. 💡
I know what you mean I have felt like that recently about a blind spot I didn't even know was there. Makes u feel like you've being walking through life asleep. If I can't be brave now I never will . Hope you're feeling okay and looking after yourself ⭐
Bird by bird as Anne Lamott writes. Moment by moment. And, I’ve realized the dream of the stories I’ve been telling myself about myself for years. I laugh and say, Let it go, Elsa. :) thank you for the well wishes. I encourage you to listen to Clover Stroud’s conversation on bravery and courage. Love I sense loves you exactly as you are, brave friend.
Oh, sassy snapdragon! What a beautiful thing to be called from the source. And the Persian ancestors of the bazaar....o,h how sweet and tender to think of them. Thank you for sharing this beautiful letter.
Dear Starshine, I’d like to toast to the leaps of faith, to the life unfolding in isolation, to this fierce orchard of prosperity and loving, to the symphony we are playing together for this world we are weaving together. Thank you for being here sharing your heart.
My dear child, I'm glad you're taking the time to sit down and ask me. Don't get me wrong, I do also very much love the way you ask me walking on sidewalks lately. Already early on the move to get to work and help people. Last Friday you knew all you needed to ask of yourself was to breathe. And I know it wasn't easy. You turned to yoga, to music, to your guitar, to writing a song for the first time in a very long time. You are NOT in trouble. You are NOT walking into the wrong direction. Everything is the way it's supposed to be. You thought you could make him turn away if he saw your deepest sadness. He just shrugged his shoulders and held you closer because he stands by you no matter what. I've been here always and I always will be. You are always so put together, let go of that. You get to fall apart. You are human. You are loved. So very deeply. You aren't earning this love by being incredible at your job or always making everyone happy. You deserve to be loved because of your very essence. Yes, you aren't working tonight like you had intended. I'm proud of you for choosing your wellbeing. Earth school is hard. Being afraid is part of life. But I'm here. Right next to you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to keep you safe. There is so much beauty ahead of you. It can't be taken from you. I'm not going anywhere. Love, Love
I’m so glad he saw you and understood you and just held you! I had a similar reaction this week with the man that I love. Those hugs and warmth are all part of this beautiful, loving experience we’re having. Cherish them!
I’m so glad he saw you and understood you and just held you! I had a similar reaction this week with the man that I love. Those hugs and warmth are all part of this beautiful, loving experience we’re having. Cherish them!
Allowing ourselves to fall apart. Yes, Jane, yes! I have been reminded of that too. It always feels like a huge release valve has been installed in my being when I remember, and don't continue to push. No need to "earn" a thing. It's a given. Phew! Such a relief to embrace that again and again. A beautiful letter, Jane. Mahalo Nui Loa. 🩵
Jane, your letter is so tender and reassuring, a beautiful reminder of unconditional love and the permission to simply be. The acknowledgment that you are loved not for what you do but for who you are feels profoundly liberating. The imagery of your partner holding you closer despite your sadness is such a poignant moment of connection, reminding us that vulnerability can deepen love. The encouragement to let go, to fall apart when needed, and to prioritize your wellbeing resonates deeply. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt reflection—it’s a gentle nudge to trust in love’s presence, even in life’s messiest moments. 💖✨
Love a good refresh, and for once I'm home when you post, dear Lizzie. I have been here almost since the beginning, and it is my great joy to have found this daily practice and this community--both online and in person with the lovelets I was privileged enough to meet at the North Georgia retreat. Thanks to the space to grow--and often the opportunity to laugh--with each other, I have learned so much about me, about you all and about love. Our hearts are grinch-growing as we speak! ❤️🧡💛💙🩶💜
One of my letters this week was so to the point and so "fundamental" I thought it was perfect to share today...
My sweet child,
Today I would only like you to know how loved you are. How the river of my love flows on and on, giving you what you need, whether that is a whitewater rush of love tossing you about in thrills and adrenaline or a silent love, almost mirror still, harboring secrets and quiet support or a giggling, babbling brook of love sounding off as it trickles and tumbles over rocks and gathers in deep pools of contentment for you to bathe in.
I will always be here flowing along beside you in a never-ending current of love. Please don't forget that and don't discount it either, don't discount my power to see you through even the most difficult times.
“A never ending current of love…”. Yes!! That hit me deeply. My Letters from Love story is very similar to yours Jennifer. Thank you so much for sharing 🙏🏻❤️
Awww, my wordsmith friend, who I have the honor of growing a big, big heart with in this wonderful community as we float together in a never-ending current of love. Beautiful, so beautiful. <3
Here's to the river, and the "never-ending current of love." Dropping our paddles, and allowing it to take us. This soothes me in such a life giving way. 🩵
I love the spectrum of love on here - how some of us like me are really having to work hard to hear love, and how others on here have a voice of love that comes through so clearly. It speaks to us all - your love is my love, is our love....
Depends on the day for me sometimes. The giggling ones are my favorite, but I need the stiller and the intense ones too… love the music reference!!! I miss Whitney every day.
Jennifer, your letter flows like the river it describes—steady, soothing, and alive with meaning. The imagery of love taking different forms—a whitewater rush, a still mirror, a babbling brook—beautifully illustrates the ways love meets us, adapting to what we need in each moment.
The reassurance that this love is constant, powerful, and capable of carrying us through challenges is deeply grounding. It’s such a tender reminder to trust in love’s presence, even when it feels quiet or subtle.
Thank you for sharing this fundamental and heartfelt reflection. It’s a beautiful reminder that we are not only loved but also made of love itself. 🌊❤️
Jennifer, you're so welcome! Trusting love in all its forms is such a tender and transformative journey. It's incredible how it teaches us to remain open, even in moments when it feels unfamiliar or quiet. Your letter captures this beautifully, and I’m so inspired by your willingness to embrace love’s flow, no matter its shape. Thank you for that reminder—it’s a gift to everyone reading. 💝✨
I have been here a long while, and I for some reason or another, the busyness of life perhaps, I stopped writing the letters. This was the reintroduction and invitation I needed to continue to write them. Thank you. And here is my letter from love:
My dearest Molly, yes I am calling you by name because I know you and I love you. We are all here, loving you, cheering you on. We know that the last year has been especially difficult for you, we’ve held you through it all, and we’re so excited that you’re here, at the altar of love, spending some much needed time with us. What do we need to tell you? That you are so loved. Always: without question. You are exactly where you need to be. You are brilliant. You are worthy. You are you, and what a glorious work of art you are.
We want you to know that even in the darkest slimiest mucky moments, we are here. You are held. And the slime will wash away and you’ll giggle at home much it took with it, things you didn’t need after all. You’ve been through the evolutions so many times, and each time you learn something new. Trust the process. You are exactly where you need to be. I love you.
Molly, your letter feels like a warm embrace—a reminder that even in the darkest, muckiest moments, love is always present, holding us steady. The imagery of the slime washing away what’s no longer needed is both grounding and hopeful, a testament to the power of trust and transformation. The gentle affirmations—“You are brilliant. You are worthy. You are you, and what a glorious work of art you are”—are so tender and empowering. Thank you for sharing this beautiful reflection. It’s a reminder that we are always supported, always loved, exactly as we are. 💖✨
….when you remove the mask do you see who is there? that is you, lovelet— the little girl who feared to speak, who worked to soften and placate the chaos. she is still here. she is safe. she is ready to grow up. she doesn’t have to heal everyone (or anyone) else in order to be safe. she can be here now. …. don’t be afraid little one. you are not required to stay until your loved one is ready to be loved. that is his life. what is right for you? you beg us to speak and yet you are stopping up your ears. …. do not fear the suffering you will know in the Oneness. in integrity, you are enough. you are enough. you are enough. be YOU. we love you. you are loved and loving. …. do not go gently. walk with tender loving strength. awake. One. now.
All of your wisdom lies within, Sarah. You are so very clear about that, and Love has YOU with every step you take. No turning back when one has awakened. Love will not allow the snooze button, will she? You've got YOU, and we're here too, over a thousand strong and counting. ❤️
It is what it is… until it isn’t. Probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and took me many false starts, but has so revolutionized my life in ways I absolutely couldn’t have imagined. I’m so grateful.
Sarah, your letter is a hand reaching out to guide someone home to themselves. The gentle acknowledgment of the little girl who once feared to speak, paired with the assurance that she is safe now, feels deeply compassionate and grounding.
The reminder that it is not our responsibility to heal others in order to feel safe is so freeing. Your words honor the journey of stepping into one’s own truth, of being enough just as we are, with such tender strength. The repetition of “you are enough” and the call to walk with "tender loving strength" resonate so deeply, offering both comfort and empowerment. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt reflection—it’s a gift to anyone seeking to live with integrity and presence. ❤️
Thank you dear Lizzy for the humility to continue this project. It rocks!! Thank you Margaret for putting this all together. I love this Lizzy, "we are just getting started". It helps me enjoy that I am part of something big.
Mary Beth, my creation, every part of you is loved. Today, I love your daring, the risks you have taken. Your courage is bold. You have survived darkness, and you will flourish. It has already begun. Your bloom is just opening quietly. We see your heart sweet snapdragon. You have spoken your story. I am proud of your steadiness. We surround you and are nearby. Be bold little bug. Continue to shed your armor and emerge as a woman warrior. Stand up in the ashes dear phoenix and leave the birthing nest, stronger than ever. We see your heart and we hold you. Lift all your worries to us, one day at a time. Keep coming back to us so we can comfort you, tiny blue star.
Indeed, so many powerful and beautiful images dearest MB. I am SO immensely proud of you, and can't wait to see where this magic carpet ride takes YOU. Hop on aboard as you, and no seatbelts needed. Here's to your continued shedding of what no longer is serving you, and stepping into your innate, powerful wise woman. 💫🩵
Mary Beth, your letter is a stunning tribute to resilience and transformation. The imagery of blooming, shedding armor, and rising as a phoenix captures the powerful journey of growth and healing with such grace. The acknowledgment of your courage and the encouragement to lift your worries, one day at a time, feels deeply grounding. The tender names—sweet snapdragon, little bug, tiny blue star—infuse the message with warmth and intimacy, reminding you that you are held and seen. Thank you for sharing this empowering and loving reflection. It’s a beautiful reminder that flourishing begins quietly, and boldness emerges from the ashes. 🌟✨
Congratulations Liz and Margaret on reaching this milestone of 150,000 subscribers! (Hello Tehran!) And Liz, your letter this week is like the Sermon on the Mount for this gathering of Lovelets. Wowee! If you ever do compile your letters into a Greatest Hits from Love book, today’s letter takes the first position. It is an exquisite symphony of Loving Truth. Thank you! ❤️
My letter today surprised me as most of them do. I don’t question what comes through, I just decide whether I share or not. ✨
Dear Love, What would you have me know about the words, “I’m right here.”
Dear Starlight Sunshine,
Those words reflect the truest reflection of who I AM throughout all of you and everything extant in this Universe – both physical and spiritual.
I am right here.
I AM everything.
And I AM only found in the present moment – the “right here.”
So there you have it, sweet potato.
I will always be with you forever, in the present moment, throughout everything you are – and are not.
That got away somehow before I was finished! Lol. I was referring to the simplicity in your message of the truth in writing these letters. As I write I am that I am love and always here to live that love. For me just as simple as the miracle of our breath that requires no thinking in order to generate that task of the body. Thank you for sharing and reinforcing that beginning. 🙏💞🙏
I loved sweet potato too. I trust there is always so much more than we might imagine with these names Love calls us. Always grateful for the reminder to be here now. 🩵
Tamar, this is absolutely radiant—a beautiful and profound reflection on presence and connection. Your letter distills such a powerful truth: the divine, the universal, the infinite *is* always right here, in the moment.
The simplicity of “I’m right here” carries so much weight, and your words amplify it with both warmth and wisdom. The playful affection of “sweet potato” adds a personal, grounding touch to such a transcendent message.
Thank you for sharing this exquisite symphony of love and presence—it truly resonates. 🌟
Thank you for another lovely reflection of my Letter from Love, Jay. ❤️ I am happy it resonated with you! ✨ And yes, when Love called me "Sweet Potato," I was like, "Really?" and Love was like, "Really." 😊
Tamar, I absolutely love that moment between you and Love—so playful and grounding. Isn’t it amazing how Love knows just how to make us smile, even with something as unexpected as “Sweet Potato”? Thank you for bringing that joy and connection into the world. It’s such a delight to witness. ❤️✨
I am a recent addition, so I appreciate the refresher! Thank you.
Dear Love - what would you have me know today?
Hey squirrel - this time of year can be tough but you are doing great. I see you pausing to check in with yourself, slowing things down to make sure you are okay. That is leaving space for me to come visit you, provide you warmth and breath when you need it. You are doing wonderful.
Last night was fun. Can you see how I am working? When you are connected with me you can see me lit up in everyone and everything. In your sister, in your mom, in your kids, in the dogs! I am in all of them. And listen to what I am saying.
You are lovely. You are kind. You are safe. You are warmth. I am so proud of your boundaries. You have gotten so much better at maintaining safety while remaining connected. Sweet squirrel, your ability to love others without falling into the quicksand with them -- it represents such growth. And they can feel it -- do you see? They feel it and they want to meet you there.
The last bit is harder and I want you to continue to think about it: can you allow yourself to not always be the strong one? Can you ask for help sometimes, or communicate when you feel out of alignment? This is a challenge for you, I know, but I think you are ready to start trying. I’ll be with you while you do.
Bek, Your letter radiates so much warmth and self-awareness—thank you for sharing it with us. It’s a gift to witness your growth and the way you honor both your boundaries and your connections. Your reflection on love showing up in everything and everyone feels especially powerful. And that nudge from Love to allow yourself moments of vulnerability? Such a beautiful reminder for us all. We’re so glad you’re here, and I hope sharing this brought you a little extra light today. 💛
Please share your letters if you feel it would benefit you. In addition to Liz’s instructions, I’d like to offer some more detail that helped me.
I found this community by listening to a podcast - maybe Chase Jarvis or Tim Ferriss - where Liz suggested using a 5-minute timer to keep the ego out. What helped me most was literally using the scripts she mentioned, all those phrases, “I’m right here”, etc. until it flows. And when that happens, the content spills out, no thinking involved.
What I’ve found is that 5 minutes is enough time to fill a college ruled page, like in a spiral bound notebook, or a page in a Moleskine or Leuchtturm if you write small, using the dot grid.
It’s so quick, so there’s no excuse, and in fact, the shorter the better. Writing by hand is best because of how the body and mind are connected. Again, these suggestions are directly from Liz in more detailed explanations.
Andrew, this is such a practical and welcoming message for newcomers, especially men who might hesitate to dive into a practice like this. Your straightforward advice, combined with Liz’s techniques, makes the process feel approachable and grounded.
The emphasis on simplicity and the power of those five minutes is inspiring—it removes the pressure to “get it right” and instead focuses on letting the words flow. I especially appreciate your encouragement to write by hand, connecting body and mind, which adds a tangible depth to the practice.
Your tone strikes the perfect balance of lightheartedness and sincerity. Thank you for sharing these tips and making this space feel even more inclusive and accessible!
There is powerful medicine in the 3 o'clock hour or so. "I am. You are." Gentle and loving care as you allow the pain and grief to move through you, again and again and again. 💜
Susan, your letter feels like a lullaby—a gentle, soothing embrace for anyone navigating physical pain and grief. The simplicity of “I am here” and the rhythm of breath as a grounding presence is profoundly comforting. Your words hold such peace, reminding us that love exists in the pauses, the silence, and the stillness of the night. Thank you for sharing this tender reflection—it feels like a balm for the soul. 💜✨
Hello, friends. I'm a newcomer. The shift back to the basics was just what I needed to finally write and share my first letter. Thank you Lizzy, Margaret, and fellow Lovelets for helping me feel safe today. I'm going to post now and read Liz's and the other Lovelets' letters before doubt about posting creeps in. One more thing! Cool band name: Liz and the Lovelets (I imagine that's come up before.) : )
Dear Love, what would you have me know today?
Our dearest bald pearl, it is your uniqueness and worthiness we want to share with you today. Yesterday you opened your heart and let us work through you without shame … without doubt… without analysis. We felt you try to second guess and criticize yourself, but you pushed that negative energy away and remained open. This is where you shine and where we want you to live. Live in peace, Jenny. You deserve it.
You sat in the middle of a room in front of strangers and shared your songs again… not because it was a gig or even the “normal” thing to do at an art event you attended. You did it because we sent another soul with an old, barely tunable guitar to draw you out. You did it! You think the circumstances weren’t ideal, because it was an often-loud room with vendors and patrons conversing around you. You even thought for a moment, “Maybe people don’t want this.” But you knew better, and you did better.
You even found yourself between an artist vendor and someone who insisted their conversation take place with you singing in the middle. Weird... I know. But we did that on purpose. And you kept singing, because someone wanted and needed to hear you. You forgot a chord or two in your nervousness. But you, little hippy-dippy soul, reached deep inside of yourself to channel us and remained in that moment — no matter how imperfect it seemed.
What we want you to understand about that unexpected opportunity to sing after not making yourself fully available for the creative in a while is this: even when you think it’s not the right time to share, it is. Every time is the right time.
There’s a uniqueness to your songwriting that we want to highlight. You approach it like this community approaches letters from us — with a beckoning to the divine. Thank you for listening to our call and for being in the moment with us. You deserve to live this way… not just on occasion or when it’s convenient. You are worthy of a creative life that includes the deepest of spiritual connections. We are here to help you heal the wounds that made you crawl away in defeat. You came home yesterday, and we’re so glad you’re here.
Hi Jenny, thank you so much for sharing your letter. I loved how you owned your “uniqueness and worthiness “ . So lovely to hear how you stayed true to yourself through the experience of singing your songs in a challenging space because someone needed to hear them. And the sense of homecoming is so powerful to witness. Thank you for this. xxx
Hi, Lynelle! Thank you for reaching out. What I love already about this practice and community are the celebrations of what makes us all unique and consistent reminders of our worthiness. I’ve been drawn to the LFL community for a while and talked myself out of participating. I was at the art fair I mentioned for two days — helping my girlfriend manage her booth. What happened over those two days helped me stop resisting this incredibly welcoming group. Again, thank you for reaching out to me. It means more than I can express here. Maybe I’ll write a song about it. 😊
It’s so lovely to connect. I still feel pretty tentative in this space so it means a lot to me that you received my reply with such warmth. I’m in awe that you write songs. My creativity comes in the form of visual art and it isn’t always free flowing. It is so good to have a loving community to bring ourselves as we are. 😊
Thank you for reaching out — even while feeling tentative in this space. In the same way you’re in awe of songwriting, I am amazed by visual artists. So many creatives in this space! Hope you might want to share your art here sometime! 😊 Enjoy your week, Lynelle.
Gorgeous<3 will be taking these lines with me: "even when you think it’s not the right time to share, it is. Every time is the right time." Welcome and thank you for sharing!
Thank you, Zehra! I’m happy you’ll take those lines with you, and I appreciate you welcoming me. It feels good to finally allow myself to be a part of this loving community. What a sweet day!
Welcome Jenny! I can relate to posting before the doubt creeps in. I’m grateful you did! “Even when you think it’s not the right time to share, it is.” I needed to read this today. And “beckoning to the divine” - love this. Thank you for sharing 💛
Hi, Monika! Thank you for reaching out to me. I feel so energized by this community and the experience of my first letter. I'm happy that Love shared something through me that touched you. ❤️
This resonates with Jenny. I am also a singer and entertained with my voice for many years. I, too, have been a bit silent lately and understand what it feels like to offer that back up and out into the world. I understand the weight of it, how it can heal others but also purge some of us some energy. All I can say is that it's all okay. Everything you feel with your music making. It's all good. Just keep doing it. The smallest vibration can heal a person in the right moment....even you. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing, Leah! Sharing music again feels like the most natural way for me to exist, but at the same time I feel so vulnerable and exposed. Even that feels mostly good, because I feel alive doing it. I can tell you know exactly what I mean. I love what you wrote about “the smallest vibration can heal a person in the right moment…. even you.” For me, that’s at the heart of creating music. Clearly, healing others and ourselves is the at the heart of sharing in this community as well. The messages I’m receiving after this first post are healing to me. Thank you!
Jenny, welcome to this space! How wonderful to see you step into this community and share your first letter. Your words radiate courage and openness, and it’s beautiful that you found the grounding and encouragement to let love flow through your creative expression. Your letter captures a transformative moment—a powerful reminder that every voice, including yours, holds value, even when the setting feels less than perfect. Your bravery in sharing your songs, despite self-doubt, is a gift to yourself and those who needed to hear you. Thank you for bringing your voice, creativity, and spirit to this community. Your presence enriches us all. 💛
Thank you for this beautiful welcome to community! Your words are further evidence of love and confirm that I’m in the right place. I send much love to you today!
oh my goodness earlier this morning this bubbled out of me - wow.
the reverberation of the BIGNESS is still palpable.
[[my nickname for myself - BECK - stands for beautiful elliegant curious and kind - it's my truest self]]
"dear LOVE, what would you have me know today?"
oh beautiful BECK, you have been beaten down this week, but you are not beat.
you drew every single one of your demons out, and now you get to decide which ones are worth fighting.
but our bigger question to you today is this: is fighting even worth it anymore?
we know you are capable of every war you wage, but what more might you be capable of if you put down your sword?
more tenderness?
more joy?
more ease?
more impact
and for surely more magic
we know it is scary to imagine anything other than fighting, but that is only because it is all you know.
you learned at the age of 4 to armor up and go to war at any cost.
and because you win what you choose to fight, you become conditioned at a very young age to seek more scars.
but BECK, this week sent you a daily signed, sealed, and certified VIP invitation to lay down your sword.
will you RSVP?
and if so, what battles will you *confidently* recede from?
a few battles come to mind for us, but ultimately you get to decide.
could it be managing your team’s follow through?
or what about process mapping for your big ideas so that they can stay BIG?
we think you could playfully consider completely, and we mean it, completely handing over social and marketing to someone else.
what a trip that would be.
can you even imagine?
we giggle in awe at the thought of it
the battle that brings tears to our eyes as we think about you seceding from it is the one with your body.
you can keep pushing it to perform at this level, but BECK, it needs rest.
it needs you to step back in and protect it, not fight it.
if you want something worth fighting for, fight for you.
every battle won on paper is lost in spirit, so what will it be, BECK?
do you hear that familiar clamor?
there’s a whole battery of battlefields waiting for you.
in this moment, right now, you have the choice to courageously pick back up your sword and soldier on, or lay it all down, and triumphantly claim tenderness towards yourself as your new conquest.
we’re not going anywhere, ever, so if you choose to fight, we will be here to love you and comfort you and tend to your wounds.
we just knew you needed the reminder today that there is more to be won off than on that familiar and only ever-expanding battlefield.
Ellie, this letter is a masterpiece of vulnerability, wisdom, and loving challenge. The way you address BECK—your truest self—with such care and reverence is breathtaking. The shift from fighting to tenderness as the ultimate victory is profoundly empowering, offering an entirely new perspective on strength. The imagery of laying down the sword, paired with the playful yet poignant suggestions for where to recede, is both practical and deeply compassionate. The tender acknowledgment of your body’s need for rest and protection hits straight to the heart—it feels like a permission slip to honor yourself in ways that truly matter. Thank you for sharing this incredible reflection. It’s a powerful reminder that sometimes the bravest act is choosing ease, love, and tenderness over the familiar clamor of battle. 💕✨
I haven't read the letter yet, because there has been a letter building within me this afternoon. A letter where unconditional love tells me what it would have me known about rage and anger. So here it it:
Dear Sweetie,
I see the weight you carry, not just in your body but in your very being—the weight of another’s rage, another’s shame, hurled at you again and again, etched into your tender muscles and fascia, leaving no room for ease or softness. I see the child you once were, standing in the storm of your mother’s fury, with no escape, no shield, no words that could ever be enough.
You were her target, her scapegoat.
Not because of who you were, but because of her own unhealed wounds, her own unmet pain, spilling over and consuming everything in its path.
Sweetie, it was never your fault.
You were never the cause of her rage. You were not the failure she told you that you were. That story belongs to her, not to you.
And yet, it lives in you still—in the way your muscles contract and refuse to release, in the way your breath catches when anger stirs. You’ve learned to fear what your body remembers, to fear the volcano that simmers inside you. Because you’ve seen what rage can do. You’ve felt its sharp edge in the words and hands of another. You’ve seen how it consumes, how it destroys, how it spirals out of control.
But Sweetie, hear me: your anger is not hers.
Her rage was untamed, unchecked, a force that sought to harm. Your anger is different. It doesn’t seek to destroy; it seeks to protect, to heal, to restore. It’s the part of you that knows you deserved better. It’s the part of you that stood up, even when you were told to stay small, even when you were punished for daring to push back.
That volcano inside you isn’t a threat—it’s a reservoir of power, waiting for you to tap into it safely, gently. Not to lash out, but to release. To give your pain somewhere to go other than inward. To free your body from the endless contraction, the holding, the bracing for a blow that no longer comes.
And now, I see you standing at the edge of a side canyon, where the air feels heavy with a cold that bites deep into the layers of your being. Its walls glisten with frozen water, a stillness that holds the echoes of suppressed rage and the weight of all you’ve endured. This is the place where your body has stored what it could not express, the frozen landscape of contracted muscles and fascia, where the simmering heat of your anger has been locked away, unable to flow freely.
This canyon isn’t lifeless, though it may feel barren.
The frozen water is waiting—not to shatter, but to soften, to melt. And, Sweetie, it is not force or fury that will thaw these frozen waters. It is warmth—your warmth. Compassion, love, care, tenderness, and kindness are the sun that will seep into these icy layers, drop by drop, moment by moment.
There’s no rush here.
Even in the cold, there is beauty.
These frozen waters are part of your story, part of how you survived. They are not your failure; they are your resilience. They held everything you couldn’t bear to feel at once. They kept you moving forward when the weight of it all might have stopped you. And now, they are calling for your attention, for the gentle heat of your presence.
What would it feel like to bring warmth to this canyon? To let the light of your compassion touch these frozen places? You don’t need to know how to fix it or force it to change. Simply being with it, breathing into it, is enough. As you place your hands on the places that ache—your shoulders, your back, your jaw—imagine that warmth flowing from your hands into the icy tension.
Speak to these places with tenderness:
_“I know you’ve carried so much. I see how hard you’ve worked to protect me. You don’t have to hold it all anymore. It’s safe to let some of it melt. I am here with you.”_
Let the warmth of your breath reach the edges of this canyon.
Feel the way even the smallest kindness begins to shift the frozen layers. This thawing will not happen all at once, and it doesn’t need to. It is a gentle process, one that respects the time your body needs to feel safe enough to release.
Sweetie, there is such strength in your tenderness.
The warmth you offer yourself now is the very thing that can transform this canyon. Each moment of compassion is like the sun rising over those frozen walls, bringing life back to the places that felt unreachable.
And as the ice begins to melt, you may find that what flows beneath is not only pain but also power—the power to feel, to move, to reclaim your body as your own. This canyon is not a place of punishment; it is a sanctuary, waiting for the warmth of your love to bring it back to life.
Sweetie, your anger is not the enemy. It is a part of you that longs to be freed, to be seen not as a destroyer but as a healer. And you are strong enough, wise enough, tender enough to meet it when the time is right.
I am here with you, in every breath, in every moment of tenderness you offer to yourself. You are not alone in this.
With infinite warmth and love,
Love
YES bring forth the warmth to the canyon, dear heart! Beautiful
Liz, thank you for your kind words—they feel like a ray of light reaching into my canyon, bringing that warmth you speak of. Your encouragement inspires me to keep exploring these depths with an open heart. I’m so grateful for your presence and for how your words always seem to touch just the right place. Thank you for seeing and sharing this journey with me.
I love that you can see that the rage and anger isn't the issue. It's how we use it and wield it that creates the problem. We either hurl it at others and hurt them or at ourself in self destruction. What if we used it as a ring of fire.. as protection, as Advocacy, as power. Its a beautiful letter. Thank you
Emily, thank you for this powerful reflection. Your insight about using anger as a 'ring of fire'—a force of protection, advocacy, and power—really resonates with me. It shifts the narrative from fear to purpose, and that feels deeply transformative. I’m so grateful for your words and the perspective they bring. ❤️✨
From fear to purpose...this is amazing!!!
Gosh this letter was so moving really had me sobbing your story sounds similar to mine with my mother. It's the most powerful thing you can ever is to heal your inner child that you needs you. I think under my anger is just absolute heartbreak of the little girl within.
Phoenix, thank you for sharing your reflection and for connecting so deeply. I feel your words in my heart—healing the inner child who has carried so much is such tender, transformative work. That heartbreak beneath the anger is something I’ve felt too, and it’s powerful to name it and honor it. Sending you so much love as you hold that little girl with care and begin to mend those wounds. We’re in this together. ❤️✨
It's so healing and heartbreaking to feel that pain it's the heart break of such a small part. Take care of your little girl within ⭐❤️
Will do. 🥰🙏💋
Thank you for sharing this. You’re probably right. Living that little child with complete acceptance and offering her safety you can rely on. Sending love.❤️
I love seeing pain stored in the body as water that is waiting to soften and thaw. Thank you for openly sharing your heart and soul with us each week, Jay! I’ve loved reading your letters and your heartfelt comments 🤍✨
Thank you for this, so visual
Melina, thank you so much for your kind words and for reflecting on the imagery of softening and thawing—it’s such a tender way to hold pain, isn’t it? I deeply appreciate your support and your presence here. Your words always bring light and connection. 🤍✨
i was just reading about rage in a memoir — the night parade - by jami nakamura lin.
my rage is still frozen — i have not allowed myself anger. thank you for sharing your letter. i am moving towards the warmth that will let it begin to thaw.
Sarah, thank you for sharing this. It’s so meaningful to hear that my letter resonated with you as you navigate your own journey with frozen rage. Moving toward warmth and allowing it to thaw is such a brave and tender step. I’m honored that my words could be part of that process for you. Sending you so much love as you embrace this path. ❤️✨
None of us is alone. We are all walking our journeys one step at a time, and although they are different, we are all moving through them bravely and as kindly as we can. It’s beautiful to witness each other. And you are so eloquent. 🙏🏻
Rebecca, you’re absolutely right—none of us is alone in this. We may each walk our own paths, but there’s power in witnessing and supporting each other along the way. I appreciate your kind words and the shared understanding we hold. Thank you for being a part of this journey. 🙏✨
Wow! Incredible. If Love never wrote another letter (but that's not Love's way) this would be enough to know that we are whole, never separate and never, ever a mistake. As I read this, Love whispered....."You too, my child. You too."
Ricky, your words are so moving—thank you for sharing this. That whisper from Love, *“You too, my child,”* gave me chills. It’s such a beautiful reminder of how universal and unwavering Love’s presence is. I’m so grateful my letter resonated with you and brought that truth forward. ❤️✨
I resonate so much with your letter 🥹❤️ for people like us that have been dealing with caregivers who projected their own trauma onto us is difficult to differentiate between our anger and theirs. Especially cause we’ve seen how destructive it can be.
But I completely agree with your Love letter - Your anger is valid and has every right to exist. “The power to feel, to move, to reclaims your body as your own.” So beautiful!
Sending you a big hug ❤️
Andrea, thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing your resonance with my letter. It really is such a challenge to untangle our anger from the anger we were surrounded by, especially when we’ve seen its destructive potential. Your affirmation that my anger is valid means so much, as does your reflection on reclaiming my body through feeling and moving. It’s a journey I know we’re both navigating, and your support feels like a big hug back. Thank you for your understanding and compassion. ❤️✨
Let the warmth in, there’s no rush here ❤️❤️❤️ Beautiful Jay. Thank you for your big warm heart ❤️❤️❤️
Mesa, thank you so much for your kind words. Your reflection feels like a hug, and I deeply appreciate the reminder that there’s no rush. Your support means the world to me. ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you. You put into words how anger’s rawness as an emotion can be expressed with gentle strength.
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” —Rainer Maria Rilke
Mary, thank you for bringing this beautiful Rilke quote into the conversation—it’s one of those rare pieces of writing that speaks straight to the heart. The idea of seeing what frightens us as something helpless, yearning for love, holds so much gentle strength in itself, echoing what you’ve shared about anger’s rawness. I love that this quote has been resonating in multiple spaces—it feels like it’s calling us all to lean into love with courage and grace. ❤️
Hi Jay, I love what you wrote and I can relate. I think childhood trauma can freeze so many emotional states, and for me, I never feel like I do any of them right, and anger can be especially hard and I can be so down on myself when I feel I do not do it "right". As a mom I embrace the concept of a "Mama Bear" that has become a trendy word here - that part in moms that comes out roaring to protect our cubs from hurt and harm. It sounds like your own Mama Bear is coming out, and it wants to give you the protection you did not receive from our own mother. And you are right in that it was not about you - but you could not help but internalize it and our bodies remember it. I love what you said about kindness shifting the frozen layers gently... it's like for me, trying to soften how I am with myself.. be easier and gentler with ourselves. It's hard work when you did not receive care in that way. Keep offering yourself tenderness! You are not alone and that is for certain.
Junebug, thank you for your thoughtful and heartfelt reply—it truly resonated with me. I relate deeply to what you shared about childhood trauma freezing emotional states and the struggle to “do them right.” It’s such an internal tug-of-war, isn’t it? I love the image of the Mama Bear, fiercely protective yet tender. Reclaiming that energy to offer ourselves the care and safety we lacked feels like an act of profound self-love. Your words about kindness and gentleness remind me of the power in softening rather than forcing, and I’m inspired by the way you’re embracing that in your journey too. Thank you for sharing your experience and for reminding me that none of us are truly alone in this work. Sending you strength and tenderness right back. 💛
I just realized I never read what you sent earlier this week from your substack! I am doing that now!!!!!
Beautiful letter, Jay! The warmth and presence of your tender being releasing what no longer serves and embracing your true essence is magical!
Constellations, thank you for your beautiful words and for reflecting back that sense of warmth and presence. It feels so encouraging to hear that this journey of release and reclamation resonates as something magical. Your kindness means so much to me. ✨❤️
Beautifully written 🖤. In a bit of synchronicity, I was just writing this morning about discovering a whole bunch of anger I’ve been storing in my body and purposefully ignoring for decades. Thank you for this perspective, I think it will help me be kinder to myself while I learn how to express and process it in a healthy way.
Jules, thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing that synchronicity—it’s amazing how these shared reflections can align. Discovering stored anger is such a tender and complex process, and I’m so glad this perspective might offer you some kindness as you navigate it. Wishing you so much gentleness and strength as you work through it. 🖤✨
Thank you so much, Jay.
I just began journaling with the prompt: “It makes me so angry that…” I’ve gotten up to five so far, and it’s incredible what is coming up. This will be a long, but very worthwhile journey. I will keep your kind words of encouragement in my heart for warmth and strength along the way. 🖤🫶
Jules, that journaling prompt is such a powerful way to let your emotions surface—it’s like opening a door to parts of yourself that have been waiting to be heard. I’m inspired by your courage to dive into this process, and I truly believe it will bring profound healing. Please know your journey is seen and celebrated, and you’re not alone in it. I’m holding space for you as you continue to uncover, express, and release. Sending warmth and strength your way always. 🖤✨
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I’m grateful you exist, and for the time, care, and energy you have given me. I wish you all the love, kindness, patience, and warmth in your thawing journey as well.
It is my pleasure, Jules. Thank you for your words of gratitude and kindness.
Wow, that was just what I needed to hear. Thankyou 💝
Anna, I’m so glad the message resonated with you. It means a lot to know it came at the right moment. Thank you for your kind words 💝.
❤️❤️❤️ Jay, I relate to so much of where this comes from, especially that even knowing that your parent's anger was not yours, it's still living in you and not a thing that realization can "fix" ... so much here I love, but especially the insight "Your anger is different. It doesn’t seek to destroy; it seeks to protect, to heal, to restore. It’s the part of you that knows you deserved better. It’s the part of you that stood up, even when you were told to stay small, even when you were punished for daring to push back."
Yes, yes, yes! So often in the past my "corrective" to the childhood fear of my parent's anger was to fear my own anger, push it down and lose it's very important purpose: to show me where I am being pushed out of the way. To find it's healthy role in who I am now.
And then, above all "There is no rush here." and "You don’t need to know how to fix it or force it to change. Simply being with it, breathing into it, is enough."
(Love reminded me to breathe just yesterday, and asked to breathe with me.)
It takes such patience. Again and again I have to keep being reminded how slow the process is, but it moves forward.
Thank you for sharing. I connect so much with your posts. We are not alone.
Declan, your words truly resonate with me. The struggle to reconcile our own anger, especially when it's been shaped by someone else's, is a journey. I’ve had the same experience of fearing my anger because it felt dangerous, when all along it was a source of protection and a powerful call to stand up for myself. Recognizing that my anger isn't destructive, but healing and restorative, has been such a revelation.
Yes, I do still quite often struggle with this myself, especially if I’m not quite centered and grounded. I am also deeply aware that my past really reinforced the idea that expressing anger and rage was unacceptable. Because of this, I’ve developed deeply ingrained automatisms that suppress anger and rage before they can even arrive in my consciousness. Yes, there are moments now when it does surface, but I still struggle to reach the young part of me that experienced these feelings. This part is still frozen, and I cannot yet access it. It may take more time to build the safe, protected environment needed to address this deepest, most devastating experience. I still can’t remember it clearly or even recall the incident at all.
For now, while I’m still triggered, I’ve learned that I can choose how to react, which feels empowering. It’s a continuous journey of allowing myself to experience the anger and rage, while also transforming those emotions with love and understanding.
The reminder to breathe, to slow down, and to simply *be* with the emotions instead of trying to fix them is something I’m learning to embrace more and more. It’s a process, one that takes time and patience—sometimes a lot of it—but it’s moving forward, just as you said.
Thank you for sharing your heart here. Your reflection reminds me that, even in our individual struggles, we are never truly alone. 💛
“That volcano inside you isn’t a threat—it’s a reservoir of power, waiting for you to tap into it safely, gently. Not to lash out, but to release. To give your pain somewhere to go other than inward. To free your body from the endless contraction, the holding, the bracing for a blow that no longer comes.”
This is Big Magic! The alchemy to turn anger into gold!
Rachel, yes! That line really is Big Magic—a reminder that the power within us isn’t a force to fear but a transformative energy, waiting to be released. Anger, when channeled with care and intention, can become a catalyst for healing. It’s beautiful to witness the alchemy of turning what once felt like a threat into something that sets us free. Thank you for bringing that perspective into the conversation. ✨🔥
Thank you for reminding me that my anger is not the anger of my mother, or father, or daughter or husband. My anger is gentle and healing. Thank you thank you
BreathingLife, I’m so glad my words could help you see your anger in a new light. It’s beautiful that you’re recognizing your anger as gentle and healing—this shift can be such a powerful part of reclaiming your own space and strength. Thank you for sharing this moment with me. 💛
Dearest Lovelets-
I love you. I’m so grateful for each of you, as you have shaped my life in immeasurable ways. That there are nearly 150,000 of us is amazing!! And to all of the newcomers- welcome to the most loving, love filled space in the multiverse! I hope you’ll share your heart words, and if you’re afraid, please know that it’s okay, fear can ride shotgun but it can’t run the show. Let Love take the wheel instead. I don’t know if we’re driving or getting on a stage at this point, but what I mean to say is- don’t let anything stop you, in this particular space- sharing really is caring.
Thank you, Lizzy, Margaret and Pepita, for holding us all and loving us through this messy moment in time ❤️ Love you always.
Dear Love- what would you have me know today?
Little love, you’re okay. We’ve got you. We see you. We know you’re struggling and showing up anyway. Please know that you don’t have to, you’re allowed to do nothing. You’re allowed to rest. And by rest we mean being present with yourself and us if you need to. Deep breaths sweet squishy penguin cheeks.. open the window and let the cool air in. Let the breeze carry your worries away. Rest your anxious monkey mind punkin. You’re enough. You’re ok. You’re safe. Give everything to us just for a little while, we’ll hold it.
Let yourself be light.
We’re not going anywhere. We love you endlessly.
Xoxo,
Love
Let love hold it ALL, Mesa ❤️
Love “fear can ride shotgun but it can’t take the wheel” I will let it sit beside me but be in charge.
This spoke to me as well!! 😍
Love you Jane and Mesa.
I wish we could squeeze each other, Squishy!! Today, just for today relax. 😘😘😘
Love you, Penguin 🐧 Cheeks. 🩵🫶💫
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A beautiful but short letter. I love the line, "Rest your anxious monkey mind punkin." You do that, friend. You deserve some rest. That little monkey is just seeking attention.
“Let yourself be light”, I might borrow that for this workday
I always love your letters, Mesa. ✨ They are like warm hugs. ❤️
"you’re allowed to do nothing. You’re allowed to rest. And by rest we mean being present with yourself and us if you need to". Yessssss!
Deep breaths sweet squishy penguin cheeks 😘
Beautiful Mesa, I feel in this letter love is building a warm and soft nest for you, for us. The reminder of slowing down resting and allowing ourselves just to be, it’s always needed. Thank you for sharing your truth.Te abrazo.
“fear can ride shotgun, but it can’t run the show.” I love this! I’m going to be using that for sure!
Such a powerful and loving reminder Mesa. Love indeed and will hold it ALL. No need to grab any of it back either if we don't desire to. Gentle and loving care to those squishy penguin cheeks of yours. 💜
I just love how Love calls you punkin 🥰
Thank you for sharing such tenderness from love, Mesa. I hope the deep breaths continuously fill your squishy penguin cheeks and that you rest today.
"Let Love take the wheel." Mmmm hmmmm - that is totally what I needed to hear today. Also I have no idea if we're driving or getting on a stage either but that made me laugh. :) ❤️
Hi lovelets! It’s been a while since I’ve posted here and it feels so good to be back 🙃 I’ve still been here every single week reading all your letters, and they never fail to warm my heart completely no matter what’s happening in my life. So…I could use a little extra love this month - in one week it will be the one year anniversary of my mom’s terminal cancer diagnosis, it’s my first holiday season without her, and it’s my first holiday season as a mama (my son was born in March just 11 weeks before my mom died in June). So there is a lot of joy, grief, and everything in between for me this month (and isn’t there always)?!
On top of all that, I’ve been starting to share my offerings and creations online again after I took a year off to tend to my mom and newborn son. I led my first event - a grief ceremony - last month and was overwhelmed with gratitude that I get to do this important and sacred work, and that people are trusting me to hold space for them in their grief. What an honor!
It feels so good to be getting back to writing, sharing and holding space for others but it’s also so vulnerable and scary! I’m looking forward to leading another grief ceremony this week, but lately I’ve also had a few disappointments, no’s, and rejections and I wanted to share it here in case any one else is also feeling disappointed, rejected, or not enough in their heartfelt offerings to the world. I’m sure most of us (all of us?) are sharing our hearts and creations with the world in some way, or want to be. So here we go!
Dear love,
What would you have me know about rejection?
Oh, my love. First of all, I am SO proud of you. Let that sink in for a moment, please.
What you’re doing - sharing your heart so openly and vulnerably - it’s not easy. In fact, it’s really, really, really hard. So hard, in fact, that most people don’t even let themselves try.
You know people like this. Are those people happy with how they’re spending their time?Are they fulfilled? Maybe sometimes. But generally no.
Baby girl, this work sets your soul on fire. You know this. And we don’t know the future, so we can’t promise you that everything will turn out as you want it to or envision, but we do know that you are doing what lights you up. You are continuing to put yourself out there, no matter the outcome. That, my love, is where the real magic lies.
Secondly, my love, we are so proud of you for how you’re allowing yourself to sit with these deeply uncomfortable feelings or rejection and not enoughness instead of numbing or avoiding or (your favorite) taking hasty desperate action to get a quick hit of relief (and when you do all of these things, remember that we love you then, too).
Today you decided to stop what you were doing, let go of your overflowing to do list, sit and meditate and get still. You allowed yourself to be with the sadness, grief and pain. And then you came here to ask us for guidance. We bow to you for letting us love you, as we do every minute of every day. Even and especially when it’s hard.
We love you, keep going.
Love, love
I’m so glad that the work you’re allowing yourself to get back to is lighting you up! I really believe that we all have a special thing that just makes life magic. I see that you’ve had a lot of loss and I understand! Keep making yourself the priority.
I know you understand Dianna! Thank you for the encouragement ❤️
That first holiday without my mom was such a surreal experience and yet we made it, and you will too. Keep going. I love that. And no doubt your angel mama is proud. Sending love and light.
Yes, Melina. Keep going! ❤️
Sitting with those big and uncomfortable feelings is SO hard! Such a beautiful reminder love gave you that you are always loved no matter how you respond to these feelings. Hang in there, thank you for sharing. 💕
Ugh, it is!! Earth School is so hard sometimes. Thank you Plata ❤️
Big love to you, Melina. ♥️
Keep doing "what lights you up"! a good lesson for us all!
So many important events, dear Melina. Thank you for sharing. 💕
Lots of extra love to you, Melina ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you Mesa! Have missed interacting with you and the rest of the beautiful LFL community, looking forward to continuing to connect here ❤️
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♥️♥️♥️ Melina! Sending you so much love. I lost my mother to cancer in October, and my father just a year before. Stilling with deeply uncomfortable feelings (all of them, the expected and the unforeseen) is so important for me right now, as well as the grace to accept myself when I don't. I love the way your letter allows for both. I have such a hard time with the words "we are proud of you" but they melt me every time I let them in. Proud of you, even though I don't know you, for tuning in, and sharing. Thank you.
Thank you for these beautiful words Declan. I am proud of you too! ❤️
Keep going, dear Melina!
We love you❤️
And thank you for sharing your letter with us 🙏
I may need to sit with rejection for a while and welcome her fully in my life to get closer to wholeness. You letter rung a bell inside me :)
Thank you dear Lise! I’m so glad it resonated ❤️
Sending you so much love!
Dear Melina, they say when the student is ready, the teacher shows up… I’m translating from Spanish but I think the sentence is somehow like this, :-). What I want to say is that you are ready to hold yourself in spite of the world’s reaction, rejection only means that it’s not the right moment and that maybe as you say you have to take care of deep emotions that need to be held lovingly. And you are doing right And you are a beautiful human being whatever you do. Te abrazo
Much love to you in loosing your Mother. And congratulations on your new little baby! You’re doing amazing! Thank you for sharing your heart.
Such a beautiful reminder to sit with what is and not hit the "eject" button, even though it's so tempting to do so. I have a lot of feelings around the word, rejection. I've almost come to begin to think upon it, as "they just aren't ready yet for what I am offering." The rejection, will create a space for perhaps someone or something that will be. It has helped me a lot to look through this lens. I have no doubt that you will be providing your passion work, and within it will be ongoing healing for you. Oh, your first season without your mom, and your first with your child. Holding both, indeed tenderly. Gentle care dear Melina. 💜
So much loe for you, friend!!! This is so much for you to carry!!
From your poem today, Liz: KEEP IT HOLY, KID! That's my new tagline for life. And this too: "Stop saving people who don't want to be saved by you." My grandchildren, children, friends, colleagues, and husband all thank you.
I am this person too... I always think about Suzanne Stabile, the enneagram expert, who like me is a No. 2 and always helping people whether they like it or not!! Trying to learn how to stop, pause and ask myself whether my help is needed before foisting it on others...
Love you, Elizabeth!
Love you, Elizabeth!
I loved that line too! Ah, so many times when I'm trying to help and I'm actually not helping! 😬
I can so relate to this.”Stop saving people who don’t want to be saved by you” this will become my new mantra
Although we "helpers" won't stop being who we are, we can choose to act differently. It is SO liberating to realize I don't have to "fix" other people, and that they get to live their lives as they choose. ✨
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Sunday
12/8/24
Dear Love,
What would you have me know today?
Sweet Wonder, here we are together again!
Oh, Sassy Snapdragon, how proud we are of you. I’m so glad you are here. Tehran Represent! Welcome Persian Lovelets. Oh, tears of recognition to know we are all here in this dance of life shining like lanterns in even the darkest of nights. Merci, Lovelet Joon. Those Persian ancestors of the bazaar and citrus tree tell stories of goats and feta with toasted bread and walnuts.
I hope you understand just how loved and celebrated you are. Sometimes shadows like to throw shade. Honey dumpling, these moments are a letting go—a shedding like molting birds or a big, giant exhalation of CO2 and the plants sing!
You have taken a mighty leap of faith into the great unknown. Again. Leap, leap frog.
The marvels around you are bold and wise. The miracle of your seeming isolation is not isolation truly, Starshine. The cosmic miracle of us all is free and harmonious.
Sure, skeptics cry Wolf and terror yet here we are beyond 150,000 seeking and creating a kind of soft, tender, and fierce orchard of prosperity and loving, liberated souls.
The Wild of you has always known an alchemy and presence especially among the trees or deep in verse of poets.
Be here now. I realize you are cautious about sharing your heart sometimes and yet here we are in sweet forests of wild being and song.
Seek your own melody and other musical, lyrical beings will sing out in reverberation and mystic rhythms of the big blue marble.
We love you, word weaver. Always and beyond!
Seek you own melody yesssssssssssss!!!!!!!
Wooooo hooooo!
A Letter of Gratitude
Dear Love,
What would you have me know about Our Lizzy?
That marvel of marvels and Miracle Poet, Our Lizzy, with her ever present and extraordinary Margaret and the positively playful and snuggly Pepita, have 150,000+ beings from around the world writing letters to Love and the cosmic mystery answers each of us in blooms of guidance and tenderness, wisdom and presence. Sister, maybe just maybe we are our own liberators? Maybe.
Where some may see apocalypse and horror, like the Snow Angel song lyrics reveal, Love is what remains. And yes the longing and ache and grief struggles are here in earth school too.
Like Hafiz writes,
( in response to Our Lizzy’s raw and brave poem this week)
I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
Hafiz of Shiraz
My cousin, Firoozeh, says, Hafez is God.
Who even knows? I say in equal parts honor and jest. We all have our moments of yelling at the sky. The joy and whimsy matter too. I sense Hafez would delight in playfulness too. Let it be a mystery Love tells me often. All that is required already is.
So, thank you, Lizzy Joon, for your guidance and courage. Thank you for your poems and voice. Thank you, Margaret, for your presence and humor. Thank you, sweet Pepita, for every furry fiber just as you are. Thank you Starshine Lovelets all. Let’s keep weaving letters to Love and Beyond! Cosmically yours and all that jazz, Love (and Constellations.)
Such a gorgeous letter of gratitude. A deep bow to you dear one. 💞
Constellations, your gratitude shines with clarity, weaving love, reverence, and cosmic connection into every word. The acknowledgment of Lizzy, Margaret, and Pepita honors the nurturing spirit they’ve cultivated in this extraordinary community. Your inclusion of Hafiz’s light and your cousin’s wisdom enriches the tapestry, blending the sacred and the playful with grace. This, like the other, letter stands as a hymn to Love, resilience, and the beautiful mystery of it all. Thank you for sharing this luminous tribute, a reminder that we are threads in this cosmic weave, each adding our unique brilliance. ✨🌌
Honored, friend. Thank you! Yes! Magic carpet ride indeed. 💫♥️
This is so RICH! I love thinking about goats and feta cheese, and bread, and honey! Just the beauty and the simplicity and the complexly of the cosmos. This is beautifully rendered! Thank you.
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Yes, Miracle, yes! ♥️🐳🫶
I love you too, word weaver. And love the images of your Persian ancestors. ❤️
Merci, Bonnie Joon. 🫶
Constellations, your letter is a radiant tapestry of love, imagery, and celebration. The playful affection of “Sassy Snapdragon” and the evocative references to Persian ancestry, bazaars, and citrus trees create such a rich and grounding sense of connection.
Your words beautifully hold space for the dance between light and shadow—the shedding, the letting go, and the profound alchemy that comes from embracing the wild and unknown. The imagery of molting birds and singing plants adds a touch of whimsy and depth, reminding us of nature’s resilience mirrored in ourselves.
The encouragement to share your heart and seek your melody feels like an invitation not just for you, but for all of us to step into our truest expressions. Thank you for sharing this lyrical, cosmic reflection—it’s truly a gift. 🌟🎶
Your words dance across the page and are a joy to read.
Yes! May we all of us step into our truest expressions. And we are marvels just as we are. Love ya. 🩵
Constellations, your words shine with such affirmation and collective encouragement. Yes, we *are* marvels just as we are. Thank you for your wisdom and for reminding us all to embrace our unique, beautiful expressions. Love ya back! 🌟🩵
Lovely letter hope your leap into the unknown guides you where u truly need to be. I have done similar this week with where I live and letting it go .
Phoenix, so glad to see you here! Thank you. 😊 the older I get the less I know about many things. Not to be cryptic . Rather embracing acceptance and welcoming the present. So proud of you and your healing path is a brave and courageous discovery. 💡
Keep going! Keep writing. So much love to you. ♥️
I know what you mean I have felt like that recently about a blind spot I didn't even know was there. Makes u feel like you've being walking through life asleep. If I can't be brave now I never will . Hope you're feeling okay and looking after yourself ⭐
Bird by bird as Anne Lamott writes. Moment by moment. And, I’ve realized the dream of the stories I’ve been telling myself about myself for years. I laugh and say, Let it go, Elsa. :) thank you for the well wishes. I encourage you to listen to Clover Stroud’s conversation on bravery and courage. Love I sense loves you exactly as you are, brave friend.
Okay thanks 🙏
You’re welcome 🙏🏽♥️
Mmmmmm, citrus trees and feta with toasted bread and walnuts. Delicious, honey dumpling joon 💛
Merci, sweet sister!
Oh YES! : "...we are all here in this dance of life shining like lanterns in even the darkest of nights." ✨
Thank you, Tamar Joon! ♥️💫🍵
So many delightful words, thank you word weaver.
You are welcome, Sarah Joon!
Love you, sweet wonder of our beloved forest ❤️
So happy to be part of special trees who can savor feta with toasted bread and walnuts ^^
Welcome, Lise! Love you too, magical tree. Merci! 🌺🌲🌳🌴
Yay- field the wild of you 💜
Merci, Mary Frances 🩵
Oh, sassy snapdragon! What a beautiful thing to be called from the source. And the Persian ancestors of the bazaar....o,h how sweet and tender to think of them. Thank you for sharing this beautiful letter.
Merci, Leah Joon!
Dear Starshine, I’d like to toast to the leaps of faith, to the life unfolding in isolation, to this fierce orchard of prosperity and loving, to the symphony we are playing together for this world we are weaving together. Thank you for being here sharing your heart.
Awww…. 🥰 Teresa! Cheers! Beyond grateful for you and all the lovebugs and fireflies here. So much true in your reflections. Merci, Teresa Joon.
"We are in sweet forests of wild being and song." Aww, how this lands. Keep weaving, I'm seated at the foot of your loom. 🤩💫
Thank you, Joanie. Beautifully expressed! Let’s make art of these wild threads of breath, soil, and stars. Take gentle care this week. ♥️
This letter was like a prayer directly from the ancestors. Poetry ❤️✨
Merci, Melina Joon! 🩵💫
Dear Love, what would you have me know today?
My dear child, I'm glad you're taking the time to sit down and ask me. Don't get me wrong, I do also very much love the way you ask me walking on sidewalks lately. Already early on the move to get to work and help people. Last Friday you knew all you needed to ask of yourself was to breathe. And I know it wasn't easy. You turned to yoga, to music, to your guitar, to writing a song for the first time in a very long time. You are NOT in trouble. You are NOT walking into the wrong direction. Everything is the way it's supposed to be. You thought you could make him turn away if he saw your deepest sadness. He just shrugged his shoulders and held you closer because he stands by you no matter what. I've been here always and I always will be. You are always so put together, let go of that. You get to fall apart. You are human. You are loved. So very deeply. You aren't earning this love by being incredible at your job or always making everyone happy. You deserve to be loved because of your very essence. Yes, you aren't working tonight like you had intended. I'm proud of you for choosing your wellbeing. Earth school is hard. Being afraid is part of life. But I'm here. Right next to you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to keep you safe. There is so much beauty ahead of you. It can't be taken from you. I'm not going anywhere. Love, Love
Love you Jane
You are not in trouble!!
I felt that in my bones ❤️❤️❤️
❤️❤️
“You deserve to be loved because of your very essence.”
Thank you for highlighting this one! ❤️
Of course. ♥️♥️♥️
I’m so glad he saw you and understood you and just held you! I had a similar reaction this week with the man that I love. Those hugs and warmth are all part of this beautiful, loving experience we’re having. Cherish them!
I'm so so grateful we both got to have that moment this week!!
I’m so glad he saw you and understood you and just held you! I had a similar reaction this week with the man that I love. Those hugs and warmth are all part of this beautiful, loving experience we’re having. Cherish them!
There is indeed "...so much beauty ahead of you." ✨
Gentle breathes and cocooning, dear Jane 💛
✨There is so much beauty ahead of you✨
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Allowing ourselves to fall apart. Yes, Jane, yes! I have been reminded of that too. It always feels like a huge release valve has been installed in my being when I remember, and don't continue to push. No need to "earn" a thing. It's a given. Phew! Such a relief to embrace that again and again. A beautiful letter, Jane. Mahalo Nui Loa. 🩵
Yes, Joanie!
You get to fall apart. Yes ❤️
You get to fall apart.. ❤️
So difficult to actually allow oneself to do so though, isn't it? 😀
Jane, your letter is so tender and reassuring, a beautiful reminder of unconditional love and the permission to simply be. The acknowledgment that you are loved not for what you do but for who you are feels profoundly liberating. The imagery of your partner holding you closer despite your sadness is such a poignant moment of connection, reminding us that vulnerability can deepen love. The encouragement to let go, to fall apart when needed, and to prioritize your wellbeing resonates deeply. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt reflection—it’s a gentle nudge to trust in love’s presence, even in life’s messiest moments. 💖✨
Thank you so much for these words, they mean a lot to me🧡
Love a good refresh, and for once I'm home when you post, dear Lizzie. I have been here almost since the beginning, and it is my great joy to have found this daily practice and this community--both online and in person with the lovelets I was privileged enough to meet at the North Georgia retreat. Thanks to the space to grow--and often the opportunity to laugh--with each other, I have learned so much about me, about you all and about love. Our hearts are grinch-growing as we speak! ❤️🧡💛💙🩶💜
One of my letters this week was so to the point and so "fundamental" I thought it was perfect to share today...
My sweet child,
Today I would only like you to know how loved you are. How the river of my love flows on and on, giving you what you need, whether that is a whitewater rush of love tossing you about in thrills and adrenaline or a silent love, almost mirror still, harboring secrets and quiet support or a giggling, babbling brook of love sounding off as it trickles and tumbles over rocks and gathers in deep pools of contentment for you to bathe in.
I will always be here flowing along beside you in a never-ending current of love. Please don't forget that and don't discount it either, don't discount my power to see you through even the most difficult times.
I love you. You are loved. You ARE love.
Love,
Love
Thank you for being a river of love!
Back at you, sister friend…
Today I would only like you to know how loved you are.
Love the water images
Wow, the power of love - this is fierce and reassuring
Came fully formed and resolute, like the best LfLs do!!
“A never ending current of love…”. Yes!! That hit me deeply. My Letters from Love story is very similar to yours Jennifer. Thank you so much for sharing 🙏🏻❤️
Thanks for reading, Stacy. Love is giving us what we need!
This is a "Not to be forgotten" for me:
✨don't discount my power to see you through even the most difficult times✨
Thank you for you beautiful flow of Love 💛
The antidote to fear….. 💟
This is gorgeous! 💜
From one poodle owner to another (I clicked on your profile!!), many many thank
Awww, my wordsmith friend, who I have the honor of growing a big, big heart with in this wonderful community as we float together in a never-ending current of love. Beautiful, so beautiful. <3
No, YOURE beautiful. 🤩
Here's to the river, and the "never-ending current of love." Dropping our paddles, and allowing it to take us. This soothes me in such a life giving way. 🩵
Down the creek without a paddle…. In a positive way, love that!
I love the spectrum of love on here - how some of us like me are really having to work hard to hear love, and how others on here have a voice of love that comes through so clearly. It speaks to us all - your love is my love, is our love....
Depends on the day for me sometimes. The giggling ones are my favorite, but I need the stiller and the intense ones too… love the music reference!!! I miss Whitney every day.
Funny I did not even mean to!
That’s the best kind!!
Jennifer, your letter flows like the river it describes—steady, soothing, and alive with meaning. The imagery of love taking different forms—a whitewater rush, a still mirror, a babbling brook—beautifully illustrates the ways love meets us, adapting to what we need in each moment.
The reassurance that this love is constant, powerful, and capable of carrying us through challenges is deeply grounding. It’s such a tender reminder to trust in love’s presence, even when it feels quiet or subtle.
Thank you for sharing this fundamental and heartfelt reflection. It’s a beautiful reminder that we are not only loved but also made of love itself. 🌊❤️
Thank you Jay! That’s my challenge, to trust love in all its iterations!! 💝
Jennifer, you're so welcome! Trusting love in all its forms is such a tender and transformative journey. It's incredible how it teaches us to remain open, even in moments when it feels unfamiliar or quiet. Your letter captures this beautifully, and I’m so inspired by your willingness to embrace love’s flow, no matter its shape. Thank you for that reminder—it’s a gift to everyone reading. 💝✨
I have been here a long while, and I for some reason or another, the busyness of life perhaps, I stopped writing the letters. This was the reintroduction and invitation I needed to continue to write them. Thank you. And here is my letter from love:
My dearest Molly, yes I am calling you by name because I know you and I love you. We are all here, loving you, cheering you on. We know that the last year has been especially difficult for you, we’ve held you through it all, and we’re so excited that you’re here, at the altar of love, spending some much needed time with us. What do we need to tell you? That you are so loved. Always: without question. You are exactly where you need to be. You are brilliant. You are worthy. You are you, and what a glorious work of art you are.
We want you to know that even in the darkest slimiest mucky moments, we are here. You are held. And the slime will wash away and you’ll giggle at home much it took with it, things you didn’t need after all. You’ve been through the evolutions so many times, and each time you learn something new. Trust the process. You are exactly where you need to be. I love you.
Love, Love.
Trust the process, Molly!
“What a glorious work of art you are!”
The slime and muck are washed away by love!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
At the altar of love. Oef💚 thank you!
Allowing that slime to go, and all that it will take with it. YES❣️Here's to all the evolutions, and trusting the process dear Molly. ❤️
You are exactly where you need to be ✨
“You are exactly where you need to be”, that sounds reassuring
Molly, your letter feels like a warm embrace—a reminder that even in the darkest, muckiest moments, love is always present, holding us steady. The imagery of the slime washing away what’s no longer needed is both grounding and hopeful, a testament to the power of trust and transformation. The gentle affirmations—“You are brilliant. You are worthy. You are you, and what a glorious work of art you are”—are so tender and empowering. Thank you for sharing this beautiful reflection. It’s a reminder that we are always supported, always loved, exactly as we are. 💖✨
Trust the process. I needed to hear that too. Thank you!
bits of my letter from love:
….when you remove the mask do you see who is there? that is you, lovelet— the little girl who feared to speak, who worked to soften and placate the chaos. she is still here. she is safe. she is ready to grow up. she doesn’t have to heal everyone (or anyone) else in order to be safe. she can be here now. …. don’t be afraid little one. you are not required to stay until your loved one is ready to be loved. that is his life. what is right for you? you beg us to speak and yet you are stopping up your ears. …. do not fear the suffering you will know in the Oneness. in integrity, you are enough. you are enough. you are enough. be YOU. we love you. you are loved and loving. …. do not go gently. walk with tender loving strength. awake. One. now.
Beautiful!!!
Walk with tender, loving strength.
"In integrity, you are enough." ❤️ Integrity is one of my favorite words. It means so much. ✨
Do not fear the suffering you will know in the Oneness. Incredibly powerful.
Ohhh Sarah, thank you for sharing these bits of your letter with us!!!
I needed to read that today! I keep walking back, and it's not gentle for the little one inside. Sending you lots of love ❤️
All of your wisdom lies within, Sarah. You are so very clear about that, and Love has YOU with every step you take. No turning back when one has awakened. Love will not allow the snooze button, will she? You've got YOU, and we're here too, over a thousand strong and counting. ❤️
I left the man who couldn’t receive love. Best decision of my life.
i have left a man who couldn’t give love.
seeking knowing about staying in a strong way, until it may be time to leave.
It is what it is… until it isn’t. Probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done and took me many false starts, but has so revolutionized my life in ways I absolutely couldn’t have imagined. I’m so grateful.
thank you for sharing from your heart.
just heard martha beck on intuition— it always feels like moving towards joy, not moving away from fear, she was explaining.
that rings true. moving towards ❤️💕❤️
Whoa, makes me wonder how much I stop up my ears when Love is trying to speak to me. Thank you for this, Sarah.
Sarah, your letter is a hand reaching out to guide someone home to themselves. The gentle acknowledgment of the little girl who once feared to speak, paired with the assurance that she is safe now, feels deeply compassionate and grounding.
The reminder that it is not our responsibility to heal others in order to feel safe is so freeing. Your words honor the journey of stepping into one’s own truth, of being enough just as we are, with such tender strength. The repetition of “you are enough” and the call to walk with "tender loving strength" resonate so deeply, offering both comfort and empowerment. Thank you for sharing this heartfelt reflection—it’s a gift to anyone seeking to live with integrity and presence. ❤️
Thank you dear Lizzy for the humility to continue this project. It rocks!! Thank you Margaret for putting this all together. I love this Lizzy, "we are just getting started". It helps me enjoy that I am part of something big.
Mary Beth, my creation, every part of you is loved. Today, I love your daring, the risks you have taken. Your courage is bold. You have survived darkness, and you will flourish. It has already begun. Your bloom is just opening quietly. We see your heart sweet snapdragon. You have spoken your story. I am proud of your steadiness. We surround you and are nearby. Be bold little bug. Continue to shed your armor and emerge as a woman warrior. Stand up in the ashes dear phoenix and leave the birthing nest, stronger than ever. We see your heart and we hold you. Lift all your worries to us, one day at a time. Keep coming back to us so we can comfort you, tiny blue star.
Love you snapdragon
Wow!!! Powerful images!!
Thank you Dianna. Yes they are,aren’t they? 😍
“Your bloom is just opening quietly.
Be BOLD!!!
Indeed, so many powerful and beautiful images dearest MB. I am SO immensely proud of you, and can't wait to see where this magic carpet ride takes YOU. Hop on aboard as you, and no seatbelts needed. Here's to your continued shedding of what no longer is serving you, and stepping into your innate, powerful wise woman. 💫🩵
Thank you Joanie for your attention. 💕❤️💚💜😍
Beautiful! I love your love.
Thank you Junebug!
Thank you Junebug.
Love the idea of your bloom opening quietly. ❤️
Thanks Bonnie.
Thanks Bonnie!
Mary Beth, your letter is a stunning tribute to resilience and transformation. The imagery of blooming, shedding armor, and rising as a phoenix captures the powerful journey of growth and healing with such grace. The acknowledgment of your courage and the encouragement to lift your worries, one day at a time, feels deeply grounding. The tender names—sweet snapdragon, little bug, tiny blue star—infuse the message with warmth and intimacy, reminding you that you are held and seen. Thank you for sharing this empowering and loving reflection. It’s a beautiful reminder that flourishing begins quietly, and boldness emerges from the ashes. 🌟✨
Thank you Jay for your kind words. They mean a lot. 💕
Congratulations Liz and Margaret on reaching this milestone of 150,000 subscribers! (Hello Tehran!) And Liz, your letter this week is like the Sermon on the Mount for this gathering of Lovelets. Wowee! If you ever do compile your letters into a Greatest Hits from Love book, today’s letter takes the first position. It is an exquisite symphony of Loving Truth. Thank you! ❤️
My letter today surprised me as most of them do. I don’t question what comes through, I just decide whether I share or not. ✨
Dear Love, What would you have me know about the words, “I’m right here.”
Dear Starlight Sunshine,
Those words reflect the truest reflection of who I AM throughout all of you and everything extant in this Universe – both physical and spiritual.
I am right here.
I AM everything.
And I AM only found in the present moment – the “right here.”
So there you have it, sweet potato.
I will always be with you forever, in the present moment, throughout everything you are – and are not.
I love you always. All ways.
This prayer reverberates through my entire being!
Sweet Potato!!! So healthy and delicious!!
Oh Starlight Sunshine... this is so perfect... so simple and beautiful!
“Throughout everything that you are - and are not.” Beautiful!
This so reinforces the simplicity in the truth of
That got away somehow before I was finished! Lol. I was referring to the simplicity in your message of the truth in writing these letters. As I write I am that I am love and always here to live that love. For me just as simple as the miracle of our breath that requires no thinking in order to generate that task of the body. Thank you for sharing and reinforcing that beginning. 🙏💞🙏
I love your reminder, Deborah, that the natural flow of our breath is a miracle.✨
WOWWW ✨💛✨
I loved sweet potato too. I trust there is always so much more than we might imagine with these names Love calls us. Always grateful for the reminder to be here now. 🩵
Me too, Joanie. I always need the reminder to be here now. I feel like that’s why Love keeps telling me to be present. ✨It’s a repetitive theme.❤️
Tamar, this is absolutely radiant—a beautiful and profound reflection on presence and connection. Your letter distills such a powerful truth: the divine, the universal, the infinite *is* always right here, in the moment.
The simplicity of “I’m right here” carries so much weight, and your words amplify it with both warmth and wisdom. The playful affection of “sweet potato” adds a personal, grounding touch to such a transcendent message.
Thank you for sharing this exquisite symphony of love and presence—it truly resonates. 🌟
Thank you for another lovely reflection of my Letter from Love, Jay. ❤️ I am happy it resonated with you! ✨ And yes, when Love called me "Sweet Potato," I was like, "Really?" and Love was like, "Really." 😊
Tamar, I absolutely love that moment between you and Love—so playful and grounding. Isn’t it amazing how Love knows just how to make us smile, even with something as unexpected as “Sweet Potato”? Thank you for bringing that joy and connection into the world. It’s such a delight to witness. ❤️✨
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I am a recent addition, so I appreciate the refresher! Thank you.
Dear Love - what would you have me know today?
Hey squirrel - this time of year can be tough but you are doing great. I see you pausing to check in with yourself, slowing things down to make sure you are okay. That is leaving space for me to come visit you, provide you warmth and breath when you need it. You are doing wonderful.
Last night was fun. Can you see how I am working? When you are connected with me you can see me lit up in everyone and everything. In your sister, in your mom, in your kids, in the dogs! I am in all of them. And listen to what I am saying.
You are lovely. You are kind. You are safe. You are warmth. I am so proud of your boundaries. You have gotten so much better at maintaining safety while remaining connected. Sweet squirrel, your ability to love others without falling into the quicksand with them -- it represents such growth. And they can feel it -- do you see? They feel it and they want to meet you there.
The last bit is harder and I want you to continue to think about it: can you allow yourself to not always be the strong one? Can you ask for help sometimes, or communicate when you feel out of alignment? This is a challenge for you, I know, but I think you are ready to start trying. I’ll be with you while you do.
Love,
Love
We love that you are here!
I love this Bekcunning: "When you are connected with me you can see me lit up in everyone and everything." It's so true! Light begets light. ✨
You are really loved by love!
"I'll be with you while you do" 🤎
“Hey squirrel” Do you see? Loved your piece—so very affirming!
Dear Bekcunning,
Thank you for sharing your letter, "You are doing wonderful", it's true
Bek, Your letter radiates so much warmth and self-awareness—thank you for sharing it with us. It’s a gift to witness your growth and the way you honor both your boundaries and your connections. Your reflection on love showing up in everything and everyone feels especially powerful. And that nudge from Love to allow yourself moments of vulnerability? Such a beautiful reminder for us all. We’re so glad you’re here, and I hope sharing this brought you a little extra light today. 💛
Dear newcomers, especially men,
Please share your letters if you feel it would benefit you. In addition to Liz’s instructions, I’d like to offer some more detail that helped me.
I found this community by listening to a podcast - maybe Chase Jarvis or Tim Ferriss - where Liz suggested using a 5-minute timer to keep the ego out. What helped me most was literally using the scripts she mentioned, all those phrases, “I’m right here”, etc. until it flows. And when that happens, the content spills out, no thinking involved.
What I’ve found is that 5 minutes is enough time to fill a college ruled page, like in a spiral bound notebook, or a page in a Moleskine or Leuchtturm if you write small, using the dot grid.
It’s so quick, so there’s no excuse, and in fact, the shorter the better. Writing by hand is best because of how the body and mind are connected. Again, these suggestions are directly from Liz in more detailed explanations.
Good luck, and don’t f@&k it up,
Andrew
Thank you for that reminder, sweetheart!
Andrew, this is such a practical and welcoming message for newcomers, especially men who might hesitate to dive into a practice like this. Your straightforward advice, combined with Liz’s techniques, makes the process feel approachable and grounded.
The emphasis on simplicity and the power of those five minutes is inspiring—it removes the pressure to “get it right” and instead focuses on letting the words flow. I especially appreciate your encouragement to write by hand, connecting body and mind, which adds a tangible depth to the practice.
Your tone strikes the perfect balance of lightheartedness and sincerity. Thank you for sharing these tips and making this space feel even more inclusive and accessible!
A letter from wisdom that came through during my 3:30am meditation on physical pain & grief.
I am here.
Love is here with you.
Surrender. I have you.
I am holding you, rocking you back and forth, whispering you are okay, you are okay, you are okay.
I am in your breath.
I am in the silence of the night.
I am the pause between each breath ... in & out ... in & out.
You are where you are suppose to be.
I am.
You are.
Love.
Xoxo
So beautiful, friend
Inhale. Exhale. So much love to you, Susan. 🩵
Pure perfection🧡
There is powerful medicine in the 3 o'clock hour or so. "I am. You are." Gentle and loving care as you allow the pain and grief to move through you, again and again and again. 💜
You are where you are supposed to be. Beautiful, Susan 💕
The purest lullaby of love. Thank you for sharing ❤️
Felt my nervous system relax reading this. What a gift.
Susan, your letter feels like a lullaby—a gentle, soothing embrace for anyone navigating physical pain and grief. The simplicity of “I am here” and the rhythm of breath as a grounding presence is profoundly comforting. Your words hold such peace, reminding us that love exists in the pauses, the silence, and the stillness of the night. Thank you for sharing this tender reflection—it feels like a balm for the soul. 💜✨
Hello, friends. I'm a newcomer. The shift back to the basics was just what I needed to finally write and share my first letter. Thank you Lizzy, Margaret, and fellow Lovelets for helping me feel safe today. I'm going to post now and read Liz's and the other Lovelets' letters before doubt about posting creeps in. One more thing! Cool band name: Liz and the Lovelets (I imagine that's come up before.) : )
Dear Love, what would you have me know today?
Our dearest bald pearl, it is your uniqueness and worthiness we want to share with you today. Yesterday you opened your heart and let us work through you without shame … without doubt… without analysis. We felt you try to second guess and criticize yourself, but you pushed that negative energy away and remained open. This is where you shine and where we want you to live. Live in peace, Jenny. You deserve it.
You sat in the middle of a room in front of strangers and shared your songs again… not because it was a gig or even the “normal” thing to do at an art event you attended. You did it because we sent another soul with an old, barely tunable guitar to draw you out. You did it! You think the circumstances weren’t ideal, because it was an often-loud room with vendors and patrons conversing around you. You even thought for a moment, “Maybe people don’t want this.” But you knew better, and you did better.
You even found yourself between an artist vendor and someone who insisted their conversation take place with you singing in the middle. Weird... I know. But we did that on purpose. And you kept singing, because someone wanted and needed to hear you. You forgot a chord or two in your nervousness. But you, little hippy-dippy soul, reached deep inside of yourself to channel us and remained in that moment — no matter how imperfect it seemed.
What we want you to understand about that unexpected opportunity to sing after not making yourself fully available for the creative in a while is this: even when you think it’s not the right time to share, it is. Every time is the right time.
There’s a uniqueness to your songwriting that we want to highlight. You approach it like this community approaches letters from us — with a beckoning to the divine. Thank you for listening to our call and for being in the moment with us. You deserve to live this way… not just on occasion or when it’s convenient. You are worthy of a creative life that includes the deepest of spiritual connections. We are here to help you heal the wounds that made you crawl away in defeat. You came home yesterday, and we’re so glad you’re here.
Always,
Love
Ahhhh Jenny ! Welcome!! thank you for bringing your voice here, to sing these letters with us! We love you already!
Thank you, Lizzy! What a beautiful space you have here. I appreciate being so lovingly included. ❤️ Loving all of you already as well!
Welcome!! We’re so glad to have you here Jenny. It’s always the right time to share ❤️
Thank you, Melina!! SO glad to be here! ❤️
Hi Jenny, thank you so much for sharing your letter. I loved how you owned your “uniqueness and worthiness “ . So lovely to hear how you stayed true to yourself through the experience of singing your songs in a challenging space because someone needed to hear them. And the sense of homecoming is so powerful to witness. Thank you for this. xxx
Hi, Lynelle! Thank you for reaching out. What I love already about this practice and community are the celebrations of what makes us all unique and consistent reminders of our worthiness. I’ve been drawn to the LFL community for a while and talked myself out of participating. I was at the art fair I mentioned for two days — helping my girlfriend manage her booth. What happened over those two days helped me stop resisting this incredibly welcoming group. Again, thank you for reaching out to me. It means more than I can express here. Maybe I’ll write a song about it. 😊
It’s so lovely to connect. I still feel pretty tentative in this space so it means a lot to me that you received my reply with such warmth. I’m in awe that you write songs. My creativity comes in the form of visual art and it isn’t always free flowing. It is so good to have a loving community to bring ourselves as we are. 😊
Thank you for reaching out — even while feeling tentative in this space. In the same way you’re in awe of songwriting, I am amazed by visual artists. So many creatives in this space! Hope you might want to share your art here sometime! 😊 Enjoy your week, Lynelle.
Welcome Jenny! ✨ Your song is always meant to be sung. ❤️
Thank you, Tamar! I appreciate your kind welcome and encouragement. ❤️
Gorgeous<3 will be taking these lines with me: "even when you think it’s not the right time to share, it is. Every time is the right time." Welcome and thank you for sharing!
Thank you, Zehra! I’m happy you’ll take those lines with you, and I appreciate you welcoming me. It feels good to finally allow myself to be a part of this loving community. What a sweet day!
Welcome, our new pearl, it's lovely to have you with us
Thank you, Andrew! So glad to be here with you!
Welcome Jenny! I can relate to posting before the doubt creeps in. I’m grateful you did! “Even when you think it’s not the right time to share, it is.” I needed to read this today. And “beckoning to the divine” - love this. Thank you for sharing 💛
Hi, Monika! Thank you for reaching out to me. I feel so energized by this community and the experience of my first letter. I'm happy that Love shared something through me that touched you. ❤️
This resonates with Jenny. I am also a singer and entertained with my voice for many years. I, too, have been a bit silent lately and understand what it feels like to offer that back up and out into the world. I understand the weight of it, how it can heal others but also purge some of us some energy. All I can say is that it's all okay. Everything you feel with your music making. It's all good. Just keep doing it. The smallest vibration can heal a person in the right moment....even you. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing, Leah! Sharing music again feels like the most natural way for me to exist, but at the same time I feel so vulnerable and exposed. Even that feels mostly good, because I feel alive doing it. I can tell you know exactly what I mean. I love what you wrote about “the smallest vibration can heal a person in the right moment…. even you.” For me, that’s at the heart of creating music. Clearly, healing others and ourselves is the at the heart of sharing in this community as well. The messages I’m receiving after this first post are healing to me. Thank you!
Jenny, welcome to this space! How wonderful to see you step into this community and share your first letter. Your words radiate courage and openness, and it’s beautiful that you found the grounding and encouragement to let love flow through your creative expression. Your letter captures a transformative moment—a powerful reminder that every voice, including yours, holds value, even when the setting feels less than perfect. Your bravery in sharing your songs, despite self-doubt, is a gift to yourself and those who needed to hear you. Thank you for bringing your voice, creativity, and spirit to this community. Your presence enriches us all. 💛
Thank you for this beautiful welcome to community! Your words are further evidence of love and confirm that I’m in the right place. I send much love to you today!
oh my goodness earlier this morning this bubbled out of me - wow.
the reverberation of the BIGNESS is still palpable.
[[my nickname for myself - BECK - stands for beautiful elliegant curious and kind - it's my truest self]]
"dear LOVE, what would you have me know today?"
oh beautiful BECK, you have been beaten down this week, but you are not beat.
you drew every single one of your demons out, and now you get to decide which ones are worth fighting.
but our bigger question to you today is this: is fighting even worth it anymore?
we know you are capable of every war you wage, but what more might you be capable of if you put down your sword?
more tenderness?
more joy?
more ease?
more impact
and for surely more magic
we know it is scary to imagine anything other than fighting, but that is only because it is all you know.
you learned at the age of 4 to armor up and go to war at any cost.
and because you win what you choose to fight, you become conditioned at a very young age to seek more scars.
but BECK, this week sent you a daily signed, sealed, and certified VIP invitation to lay down your sword.
will you RSVP?
and if so, what battles will you *confidently* recede from?
a few battles come to mind for us, but ultimately you get to decide.
could it be managing your team’s follow through?
or what about process mapping for your big ideas so that they can stay BIG?
we think you could playfully consider completely, and we mean it, completely handing over social and marketing to someone else.
what a trip that would be.
can you even imagine?
we giggle in awe at the thought of it
the battle that brings tears to our eyes as we think about you seceding from it is the one with your body.
you can keep pushing it to perform at this level, but BECK, it needs rest.
it needs you to step back in and protect it, not fight it.
if you want something worth fighting for, fight for you.
every battle won on paper is lost in spirit, so what will it be, BECK?
do you hear that familiar clamor?
there’s a whole battery of battlefields waiting for you.
in this moment, right now, you have the choice to courageously pick back up your sword and soldier on, or lay it all down, and triumphantly claim tenderness towards yourself as your new conquest.
we’re not going anywhere, ever, so if you choose to fight, we will be here to love you and comfort you and tend to your wounds.
we just knew you needed the reminder today that there is more to be won off than on that familiar and only ever-expanding battlefield.
we love you.
LOVE
I rejoice in this!
🙏🏼
I do too.
a tender side of me is ready to blossom
RSVP every day!!!
I love the idea of a VIP invitation... powerful!
I LOVE it that Love is giving you business advice! 😊
Let the armor drop, piece by piece. Thank you, Beck. 💕
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If we let go of all the should we can be free... ❤️
precisely ❤️
"every battle won on paper is lost in spirit" -- this is great. ❤️
Ellie, this letter is a masterpiece of vulnerability, wisdom, and loving challenge. The way you address BECK—your truest self—with such care and reverence is breathtaking. The shift from fighting to tenderness as the ultimate victory is profoundly empowering, offering an entirely new perspective on strength. The imagery of laying down the sword, paired with the playful yet poignant suggestions for where to recede, is both practical and deeply compassionate. The tender acknowledgment of your body’s need for rest and protection hits straight to the heart—it feels like a permission slip to honor yourself in ways that truly matter. Thank you for sharing this incredible reflection. It’s a powerful reminder that sometimes the bravest act is choosing ease, love, and tenderness over the familiar clamor of battle. 💕✨
wow - your response nourished me at the soul -
thank you 🐯
Glad my words found resonance within yourself. Take care and have a lovely week.
you as well - "see" you next Sunday ❤️
"See ya"!