A letter to a friend

thank you for your words and feelings. thank you. made me feel full and happy. no pressure to write back at any certain time, i've been thinking a lot about how time is something humans made up to help us conceptualize our journey towards death. so, time doesn't exist, in my opinion, only our feelings of needing to change or express something now/later. so don't feel rushed.

it's raining here and I went walking and found a snakeskin with lots of shedding pieces and pieces of backbone in it, and I came upon it right after I had had this big epiphany on Purpose while holding onto a golf hole flagstick, pretty explosive few days. after our call Sunday I felt like an empty jar, like i was supposed to be filled up with something but I wasn't sure what. i couldn't tell if any of my feelings were coming across on the call, the interface of Zoom feels impenetrable to me, like a wall of faces that aren't happening in real time anymore. I get so much from eye contact. from touch. and i feel so disconnected to both of those things that the call left me thinking - did any of that conversation really even happen?

i'm happy it transferred into making you feel something though, thank you for telling me, sounds like we are both expounding through discoveries right now. i like writing. but if you wanted to talk about it sometime, i'd be down for that too. 

quite a few days, quite certain there are big shifts inside human souls all around the world right now making this big energy field around us feel even more alive and dead all at the same time. i am....liking it. liking it while it rips me open.

fondly,

ch

7:43PM EST June 16, 2020