LETTERS FROM LOVE — With Special Guest Silfath Pinto!
On the search for love, and my good guesses
Welcome to another week of unconditional love!
Thank you for all your beautiful letters last week, in which so many of you asked Love to explain the concept of “service” to you. How does Love want us showing up in the world?
Well, it appears from your letters that Love does not want us to be martyrs. I read that again and again in your responses. And I heard Love calling so many of you to REST (a word that is often repeated in these letters) and reminding you that the world is too big and troubled for one person to solve through their own efforts, and that you have done a lot already to make the world a better place. Most of all, I heard Love saying to so many of you, about service: “Your very presence here on the planet is a gift” or “Just showing up as yourself is service enough.”
What a radical concept, for those of us who were raised to believe that we must earn our right to be here on the planet through never-ending giving, proving, rescuing others, and acts of goodness.
What if your very presence here was enough? Can you embody that possibility? I still struggle to believe it in my own life, but Love seems to be quite adamant upon this point!
Speaking of “embodiment,” our special guest this week is my beloved friend Silfath Pinto, who is the embodiment of divine feminine love. I met Silfath in Fiji several years ago, right before covid shut down the world, and I loved her right away. She and I were teaching at the same women’s retreat. I was teaching about creativity, and Silfath was teaching about sacred sexuality, sensuality, and the joyful healing of women’s bodies. What better person to invite into this community?
I hope you enjoy her letter this week, my loves. It inspired me to ask Unconditional Love what it thinks about my own history of romantic and sexual relationships. (YIKES!)
I can’t wait to read your comments and letters. Thank you for showing up here, week after week, with your beautiful open hearts.
Dear Love, what would you have me know today?
My Love, you have asked me today to reflect with you — for you — on your history of romantic relationships, to tell you what I see in them.
Baby squirrel, baby girl — first of all, unclench your body. Don’t brace yourself for my answer. Do you think I’m going to tell you that you have ever done anything wrong? Let’s loosen the knot in your heart, sweet girl — the knot of shame and loss, failure and disappointment, heartache and divorce.
Let me give you two words today to ease your pain about all that has ever gone down between you and those you tried to love, those you tried to get to love you.
And the words are: GOOD GUESS.
That’s right, dearest. GOOD GUESS.
Each one was such a good guess as to where love might be found, and that’s all you were ever doing, child — you were trying to figure out where love could be found. Could there be anything more pure or innocent than that? And yes, I know that pure and innocent are the last words you would ever use to describe yourself, but that is always how I see you. And by the way, it is also how I see THEM, too — the multitude of partners, the one-offs, the husbands, the wife . . . Sexual encounters or not, let’s actually include the whole hungry world in that: searching, searching for where love is to be found.
Darling, love is to be found in the last place you ever thought to look for it — within your own self, located at some mystical nexus of your heart and your imagination.
Little bean, I have been here the whole time — and no, you are not in trouble for not having found me earlier. How would you have known where to look, when everyone, everything, pointed you toward: “It’s out there! It’s out there, locked up within someone else’s heart and imagination, and you must go hunt it down, and capture it, and secure it, and make it yours forever.”
My love, my love — how could you ever hunt for something that you already are?
Once more, my love, what are the two most common phrases you hear me repeat most often to you? I’m right here, and Stay with me. I’m right here, and stay with me. You have both phrases tattooed on your body because it’s all you really need to know: I’m right here, and stay with me.
If the day ever comes when I want you to blend your life with another’s life again, you will hear it from me first. I will let you know when and if that day ever arises, and then I will guide you on how to go about it, through these letters, daily. But now is not that time. Now is not that time, as you know. It might never be that time — as you also know. And that is good. We are just getting to know each other, and it is so good. You found me at last — which means you found YOU at last. I have always been here with you, and you have always been here with me.
I’m right here, little one, beautiful one. I’m right here. Stay with me.
If you would like, perhaps you can ask your Love to reflect for you upon your history of romantic relationships, and tell you what it sees.