A letter written but not sent.

For giving me the space to walk in my truth even though it’s not yours, and you likely don’t understand it. Thanks for dancing (energetically) with me in what I experienced as an exquisite encounter with my shadow and yours, or maybe I was dancing with mine through the mirror of yours. A dance of healing. I called you up on something risky and audacious, to an even deeper space of healing, which I respect that you are not in a place to step towards, and despite finding yourself feeling deeply uncomfortable with that, you chose to be kind and honourable with me, on all levels available to you. It must have been challenging for you. I know I don’t exactly walk a conventional path. I called to the universe for deeper connection to the experience of aliveness and that’s precisely what I got when you appeared, not just through sacred encounter (though I feel everything in life is sacred), but through you being real with your pain – including acting out on it – allowing me then to experience a part of my own depth in a way I never have before. I recognise that aliveness arises from loving myself, shadows and wounds and all, as I realise the endless beauty within, whether I am seen by others or not. You have been such a beautiful teacher to me. Magnificent, in fact. And to the eternal part of you from the eternal part of me, I say – I kept my promise. I see you. I am here. Perhaps we will dance again in another lifetime. And so the rainbow serpent farewells the lightning man, with deep love and gratitude.

The end.

Maybe.