Love Letter 34

I love you so much it makes me giddy. Here I am sitting in the office late at night; just finished the first letter and a woman from one of the other offices here comes in because its late and she wanted to do some work but was scared because this place is lonely this late. I hadn’t even met her before but the next thing I know I’m talking about how much fun it is to love you and to write love letters to you and she’s got this huge smile saying, “I’ve got to do that,” “I’ve got to write about how I love.” And I think, “My God, how is it possible that I’ve come this far. How is it possible that in this short time I’ve come from wanting to know the academic credentials of Dean Radin, to writing about dual citizenship in religious traditions and opening up to the possibility that I might actually have enough love within me that is not so corroded by (our bad word) that I can proclaim it to strangers and have them catch the idea. (For those eavesdropping, the bad word is “sin.”) How is that possible? Because I know you and you have offered me a taste of the Source that I’d never had if it weren’t for that not so much of a chance meeting aboard the Star Clipper. (I mean really, chance? I think the self-organizing universe must have had something to do with it.) I love you. See you soon.

I love you,

Sam