Dear Pneuma,

Love is such a simple thing.

I wasn't raised to be soft. Life is supposed to be hard. The most humbling experiences have been moments when I stopped being hard long enough to pay attention to the soft subtle voices around me. They are the voices speaking actions of love.

After my last letter, I worked to accept the selfish and childish nature of my discontentedness. I listened past the angry, tired, bratty voice of complaint and I heard my Beloved speaking. Suddenly, I realized that my Beloved has been hearing me. My Beloved has been quietly reassuring me and working to alleviate my sadness.

What if I hadn't stopped to listen? I might have rushed right past the true and simple things offered in order to hold onto a self-image predicated upon being hard. Thank God . . .

Love Always,
Cobalt Dreams