Cindy Gericke woke up one day and realized that people write love letters to others…so why not themselves?
Today is the perfect time to tell you how much I love you and help you understand the many reasons why. I have come to know and respect you like no other, and, we have had a sometimes treacherous road, but the love survives.
Your heart is generous and the capacity just continues to grow. You genuinely care about me and all those around you. You accept me and those around you right where they are, no judgement, with all their land mines, fears, craziness, and quirks that charm right before they chase others away. You wait…for me to catch up, for people to heal, for life to unfold, even for possible heartbreak. I am in awe of your capacity to truly forgive and forget. You can be too sensitive at times, cry for hours or days, but just when I imagine you to be utterly devastated, some small thing reaches you, and you cannot help but smile. All the tiny wonders still bring you to your knees after all these years; I am grateful for all you can see even if the intensity can overwhelm some days.
I cannot believe that body! No, not perfection, but every scar and curve has a story and possibly a smile. I never see all you cannot do,but relish in all that you can. You are strong without having to be hard, you can walk miles, feeling tension release, muscles flex and build, hair and skin responding to the effect of the morning sun. You tirelessly carry babies and groceries, and the weight of the day.
Then, at night…..
Wow. I love the way you waken, respond, devour every touch, and sense more in your fingers than many ever sense at all. I love how passionately you enjoy pleasure, and all the ways I have finally learned how to satisfy desires and sweep away regrets of ignorance.
Your mind fascinates like the rest of you. You are witty, intelligent, capable of expression, and the spectrum that lies within can stun with its unpredictability. One day staunch and calculating as a warrior, the next, creative and crazy, like only an artist can be. Mostly, I am thankful for your ability to learn. Life is change, and you find a way to change along with it. You often over think, rarely simplify, but I have mistakenly lead you to that place where you feel only numb. No joy lives there either, so I gently brought you back to face the pain with all the vast thrill.
Finally, I am beholden to a soul that feels both old and new. You are able to find peace now, where there was only chaos before, and you give credit to believing in a power greater than yourself, beyond understanding. Through search and fierce questioning, a center, a power, a light inside that cannot be easily swayed by outside events emerged and finally found a foothold. That is your gift to the world: acceptance and service, and a flair for communication to bring that view alive.
Thank you. Happy Valentine’s Day….with love.
photo courtesy of the author
Find Cindy’s blog at http://shelleyblogdotcom.