Six years ago I died. I died into a bliss. In a moment, sitting on the bed, changing shoes for a date, and suddenly I was gone. A spontaneous and complete Awakening it later became known as…sort of. 3 days later when this spaciousness that used to be my body found that body, it wrote, ” Such a strange death this is,  a suicide, I have died into bliss.” Slowly some others found me, or I found them and with support I began to learn how to live in the bliss. How to live without identification, how to live primarily as space. Its not at all what you think…

The years go by, each week someone loved shows up and says”talk to me, share it with me, help me.” One friend in a dark, sad, place recently said ” please let me ride your wisdom through this part”.  So in love I reach out. I have no idea how to share, how to help. I have no idea most of the time what the hell I am doing. That’s part of how this life goes…that’s the part of being “Present” they never tell you about. But perhaps you know it already, for yourself, in your own way…late at night when you admit to yourself, you don’t know what the hell your doing….It may scare you, but I guess I’m here to say….you may just be on to something there.

So, with my deepest love, here you go my friend
…some love letters to you.