Waaaay back in the day, we used to put inspirational posters up on our walls. Or posters of a hot rock star (looking at you Mark Lindsey of Paul Revere and the Raiders). Farrah Fawcett in that tank suit…(the guys anyway…) In college, the one I remember had a butterfly perched on a femimine hand and this message: If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours. If it doesn’t, it never was. Lord but that poser got the lot of us through a bunch of break ups. When I read today’s message from the Universe, that’s the first thing I thought of.
Honor them, love them, help them, heal them, but above all else, Silver, free them.
Everyone, of course –
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They’ll return, Silver, one day, somewhere, over the rainbow or in times without space. And then they’ll show you all the “pictures” they took, play some weird music, and finally… they’ll thank you. Crazy love.
My second thought? This is what if feels like to write a book, send it out into the world, and worry that no one will love it as much as you do. Yeah. I feel like this each and every time. Every once in awhile, I’ll get a surprise from “my babies.” A fan email. A good review. A “Oh! I’ve read one of your books!” I’m still waiting for the pictures. (I once mentioned that I’d love to a Goodreads review with gifs and fan art and photos of fan picks of the main characters.) Anyway. I need to work on getting a few books ready to fly. I’ll get right on that.