Dear Reader

I do not pretend to have something to say, I only say what is on my heart.

I do not offer the world my wisdom, I offer myself an outlet for my thoughts.

When I write to you, dear one, I write in search of you.

I write because my heart leaps out from my chest and lands on the page.
I write to you because I must.

Not to would be suffocating the cries of my spirit which long to reach you,

to connect with you,
to let you know you aren’t alone.

You are part of me, and I of you.

If my words find their mark and land in your soul, then we neither are alone.

I have found you and you have found me.