Dearest Friends,
I’ve spent the past few days with my heart disconnected from you, firmly planted in a bed of soil tainted with fear. SO much so, that I missed my Yummy Monday writing day Newsletter, Love Letters.
So here goes, and this will be a quick one. Love is the filter I’ve been using all my life to sift all the ideas that come to me, into fruition. Fruition is celebrated at the party we call the classroom. And since I got into the habit of training my brain to prefer the haze of checking out and letting outside elements brig me the high of love (alcohol) I have forgotten how to love without it.
Thank goodness this is temporary.
So back to real love. And back to the table in front of the window where I sit and gaze at the female maple tree that watches over my home as I “work”, the birds, my animals, family, and all my pencils made of her kind, encased in wood and ready to speak words of love.
I will see you this Friday, January 5th, 2024 at 1PM Eastern, this time on Instagram Live again.
Who would like to cohost with me? Please send a note and I’ll let the first responder join me live. You can help keep track of the comments and we can discuss the option of choosing love over fear all throughout our day. We’ve really heard this concept over and over… but the power of it hit me just now like a ton of heart-shaped squishy bricks that smell like fresh air and strawberries.
So Much Love!
~Anne
