Embracing the Flow: A Letter from unconditional Love to My Heart
The longer version of today’s Letter from Love—expanding on the journey from resistance to openness, fear to curiosity.
Dearest Lionies, Hello dear Readers,
Earlier today, I posted a brief love letter in the comments section of
’s newest Letter from Love. For those of you who may not have access to that space, I wanted to offer the full, expanded version here. This letter touches on my journey of softening into the protection around my heart, leaning into curiosity, and embracing the flow of love—allowing the fear and vulnerability to sit alongside courage.Whether you read the shorter version or are diving into this expanded one, I hope it resonates with your own heart's journey.
My dearest flowing heart!
You, who are the river flowing through the canyon of Jay, Judith, Judi, and Judily, I see you. I feel the currents that have shaped you, the way you’ve been altered, redirected, dammed, and pushed to extremes by forces you never asked for but always adapted to. You are the lifeblood of this canyon, the essence that has endured every storm, every drought, every flash flood of emotion that’s ever coursed through their veins.
The dam wasn’t always there. It was built over time, starting early in your life, piece by piece throughout childhood. By the time you were around 10 or 11, it was fully constructed—an imposing force that held you back, forced you into a reservoir that submerged vast parts of your landscape, obscured your true riverbed, and left parts of you hidden and unseen. And yet, even as the dam stood strong, holding you in place, you still flowed. Quietly, beneath the surface, you kept moving, adapting, waiting.
Then, there was a crack. A rare moment of release. Those four months in the USA allowed you to roam. You stretched across the vast open landscapes of California, the Southwest, Texas, Louisiana, and Florida—feeling the sun on your waters, tasting a kind of freedom you hadn’t known in years. Your flow became wild, unrestrained. You slipped through the dam’s grip, rushing into spaces you hadn’t dared to reach before. For a while, it seemed like the world had truly opened to you, didn’t it? As if the walls that had confined you for so long had finally given way.
That taste of liberation didn’t last forever. Love arrived fiercely, sweeping you into something new and untamed. It was thrilling, exhilarating, like a wild river pulling you through rapids, surging forward. But even that wildness had its limits. The current began to slow. What was once freedom became boundaries you didn’t see before. What had started as wild, flowing love became a controlled, measured current. The movement was still there, but it was no longer your own.
The true confinement began to take shape in your forties. A rainy season around your fortieth birthday had laid the foundation, gradually initiating the straightening of your riverbed, subtly building towards the canal that would soon contain you. Where you once meandered what you thought of as freely, flowing at your own irregular pace, you were now forced into a narrow channel. The long-forgotten dam upriver controlled everything in the background—how much water passed through, how fast you moved. It controlled your pace, adjusting only when the canal was filled to capacity and when your flow was becoming too fast to manage. When it reached its limits, the dam would mercifully reduce its water passage, giving you a momentary reprieve. All the while, you were given the illusion of control, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t real. You weren’t guiding the current. The current was guiding you, each drop slipping faster through your grasp.
Then came the second storm, harsher than before. The reservoir grew heavier and heavier, filled with uncried tears, unspoken emotions, and the endless weight of responsibility. The dam strained, releasing more water than your canalized river could bear. The narrow channel forced your flow to quicken, far beyond what your spirit could sustain. The mechanism of overwork took over, driving you harder and further, pushing you relentlessly forward. The river that had once flowed at its own natural pace was now racing ahead, completely out of control. And when the water spilled over the canal’s confinements, it wasn’t gentle; it was destructive, causing damage that no natural floodplain could have absorbed.
For almost a decade, you lived this way—pushed beyond your limits, racing through life at a pace you didn’t choose. The dam controlled everything. You tried to slow down, but the current was too powerful. Your energy drained, your spirit frayed, yet you kept moving, forced by circumstances you couldn’t escape.
But then, in early 2020, something shifted. The rains stopped, and though the reservoir remained full, the relentless flow began to ease. Bit by bit, the canal’s walls began to erode, and the river—your river—started to reclaim its natural flow. The dam, which had once seemed indestructible, began to crack. Piece by piece, it released the memory water it had held back for so long. With each release, the pressure eased. Without the constant floods refilling the reservoir, the dam weakened further, loosening its grip. The pace slowed, and you began to feel your own rhythm returning.
In reclaiming your flow, you didn’t just erode the dam—you distributed its remains across the canyon, washing away what was harmful and poisonous. The debris that had once constrained you became part of the natural process, nourishing the land, clearing a path for return to your origins. You’ve enabled Jay, Judith, Judi, and Judily to explore the wounds that the water had made inaccessible for so long. You’ve allowed them to venture into old side canyons, mapping, measuring, and drawing them in great detail—something that wasn’t possible before. Through your patient and relentless work, you’ve cleared the way for them to experience, record, and integrate the trauma that had lingered there.
It is because of you that these once-dark side canyons are no longer feared. They have been explored and integrated into the larger landscape of the canyon. Thanks to your tireless flow, many of these canyons, once shrouded in terror and isolation, have become simply part of the whole, part of the canyon's beauty and complexity.
And it wasn’t just about others. Over time, you’ve communicated value, dignity, loyalty, and care—not just as concepts to offer others, but as truths for yourself. You’ve taught that these are not external gifts, but internal needs. It was never about others’ rivers being more important. No, dear Heart, you’ve always known that the riverbed through this canyon is the one that truly matters. Your self-worth isn’t just a concept; it’s real. The dignity you’ve held for others is mirrored in your own being. Loyalty? Not just to those around you, but to yourself. You’ve helped Jay learn that their needs are not secondary, that their river, their flow, and their life are more important than trying to carry the weight of others’ riverbeds.
You have been tireless, dear Heart. You’ve shown that your own riverbed, your own environment, is sacred. It always was. Now, the flow belongs to you, and it always will.
With all my love and endless devotion,
Unconditional Love
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