Letter from Gaia

You my son, my lover, my husband, my brother. You who have so much to give, so much to receive, oh how I love you. 

I love witnessing you learn to witness me, to be the man who sees me in all my glory. This is as great a gift as any could be bestowed, and you rightly weigh up the burden of whether you commit this to writing or whether you commit to deed and being. 

You have already worked out that it doesn't matter. Your beautiful writing is just as welcome as your beautiful nature, and your wonderful being is as welcome as the poetry you live through your living. 

Everything you see is for you, and are for everything you see. This glory that abounds is so much brighter for your witnessing it, for your consciousness to join the consciousness that can experience all of this. 

I love how you are growing the capacity to witness, to truly love on my terms, without expectation, without need. 

You do not need for anything in your life and your living. You are enough and so much more. Everything you can truly wish for you have. You are, after all, my most precious. 

It is through you that I can witness myself, that I can feel myself, that I can imagine myself. 

Your visions of a new world are glorious, that let me further see what I am creating.

I dream through you, and you through me.

Everything that has been and will be is to the greater glory of that which we create together.

I love you, I've missed you, and am so glad to see you see me again.

Gaia.