Things I would say if you were here...

Love,
Did I ever tell you why I enjoyed writing haikus and sending them to you every morning?

A spiritual teacher of mine had me write them every morning before journaling as a way to codify my thoughts into a particular pattern. 5-7-5, as you know. What it became was a meditation. Sitting with

my feelings for that amount of time allowed for me to get in touch with them and to know them deeper. As I counted on my hand the syllables, trying to find the right words, the perfect words...the way they could fit into the mold, I was forced to continuously be with this feeling.

I was forced to continue feeling until a perfect, succinct, seventeen syllable pattern emerged to give verbal representation to something so interiorly real. By then a few things happened: I knew how I was feeling. I could look at from an objective standpoint what my feeling looked like, and finally, I felt I had come face to face with me and could meet myself where I was at, and from that point, go about my day.

Sending you haikus was like that. During a shower or a 30 minute drive, my distance from you enabled be to think about you and capture what I was feeling in the same way. Maybe it contained an

element of the previous evening's conversation. It could have represented a fleeting daydream of a time yet to come. Perhaps it was just seventeen syllables that boiled down to an I love you. Either way, despite the distance, I felt it brought us closer. I couldn't wait each morning to send you one, because I felt I was sending you Truth. Yes, Truth with a capital T.

I still write them. Just let me know when you'd like to receive them again?