This is to the big You of me, the Presence that is not really out there, not really me, but truly Here and Now You.

What is the difference between being alone, isolated and being true to myself, ok with myself, right sized with myself?  Is it ever the case that we find a love we can talk to all the time about everything?  I don’t see that.  So where is the borderline between what I can expect from my best friend and what I can’t?  What if everyone around me seems to think differently than me?  What if I feel crazy sometimes that everyone seems to tell different stories, no matter how close we seem to stand looking at life?  What then?  What now?

Is it a silly promise someone led me to believe that love means the other person can read your mind?  And if they could, would, should, isn’t it right that they would soothe me, respond, care, and converse about the deepest parts of me?

It’s a good thing that this is to the Lady, and not my earthly love.  Earthly loves are just as distracted with their lives as I am with mine.  Funny how we are all so self-centric–and isn’t that about taking care of yourself?  So what’s a codependent to do when she wants others to be interested in her?

Hilarious once again this human life.  If we are one, who are you and who am I and where do one of us begin and the other separate and us being as one?

Ok my Dear One, I feel better now, seeing the joke in all this.  I am One with You, and I will spend the day dancing in that today.