This is addressed to one person in particular. It is also a heavy post dealing with emotions. Do not read if you can not handle that.
Today I wrote a letter to you. It was filled with everything that was inside of me that dealt with you or was associated in my mind with you. I wrote and wrote. Filled up almost 3 A4 pages of paper. There was a lot apparently. I also gave myself permission to let my emotions flow out while writing the letter. There was a lot of pent up stuff. Too much for my body and soul to handle anymore. I then did what Wiccans, Pagans, Witches, Christians, Hindus, (really every religion on earth connects to it) call a ritual. It was simple. But perfect for me.
I sat outside on the grass, underneath the sun with the wind blowing. When the wind had calm down enough, I lit my big candle in it’s glass jar, and then lit the paper on fire. Put the paper in my ceramic dish and waited and watched it burned. As it burned, I let those feelings wash through me and release out into the wind. Everything turned to ash and I let the wind carry it away. My candle had put itself out, so I grabbed everything up, and went back inside.
I now feel so much better. So content. Relieved. Happy. Peaceful.
In that letter I never once said sorry. Because I wasn’t sorry. I will never say sorry for something that I wrote.
I might write another letter that you will actually receive in the mail. Then again, I might not. If I did, it won’t be the same. It’ll be different. Because I am different. Changed.
I am sorry that you feel how you feel. But I am not sorry for what I contributed to the world. It was meant as a wake up call. It was also so long ago that I had forgotten it. If I’ve forgotten it, I had gotten over it.
Please don’t send me another blasting email or message about how it’s all my fault. I don’t need it, and I surely don’t want it. If it’s peaceful, of course I will read it. If not, I will just hit the delete button. Because, really, in life, the people who are the happiest are the ones who hit delete on the things in life that make them unhappy.
The fairies are watching and waiting,
Rosa, xoxo.
Today I wrote a letter to you. It was filled with everything that was inside of me that dealt with you or was associated in my mind with you. I wrote and wrote. Filled up almost 3 A4 pages of paper. There was a lot apparently. I also gave myself permission to let my emotions flow out while writing the letter. There was a lot of pent up stuff. Too much for my body and soul to handle anymore. I then did what Wiccans, Pagans, Witches, Christians, Hindus, (really every religion on earth connects to it) call a ritual. It was simple. But perfect for me.
I sat outside on the grass, underneath the sun with the wind blowing. When the wind had calm down enough, I lit my big candle in it’s glass jar, and then lit the paper on fire. Put the paper in my ceramic dish and waited and watched it burned. As it burned, I let those feelings wash through me and release out into the wind. Everything turned to ash and I let the wind carry it away. My candle had put itself out, so I grabbed everything up, and went back inside.
I now feel so much better. So content. Relieved. Happy. Peaceful.
In that letter I never once said sorry. Because I wasn’t sorry. I will never say sorry for something that I wrote.
I might write another letter that you will actually receive in the mail. Then again, I might not. If I did, it won’t be the same. It’ll be different. Because I am different. Changed.
I am sorry that you feel how you feel. But I am not sorry for what I contributed to the world. It was meant as a wake up call. It was also so long ago that I had forgotten it. If I’ve forgotten it, I had gotten over it.
Please don’t send me another blasting email or message about how it’s all my fault. I don’t need it, and I surely don’t want it. If it’s peaceful, of course I will read it. If not, I will just hit the delete button. Because, really, in life, the people who are the happiest are the ones who hit delete on the things in life that make them unhappy.
The fairies are watching and waiting,
Rosa, xoxo.
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