Heavenletters

At the end oft this letter dripping with the love and presence of its Author, I realize it has already inspired me once. This time, with stunning immediacy of every sight, it leads me along the Ligurian cost, up the alleys of Cervo and down the paths of the magnificent Giardini Hanbury, all of it unknown and deeply known, no need to understand anything and not even an awareness of that need's absence.

And then it's sorting and categorizing again, drawing lines, wanting to know, looking for solutions.

Imagined iron bars and arbitrary restrictions of any kind have been like magnets, pulling your thoughts to them, as if there were nothing else to think about but these useless chains of the world wrapped around your ankles, hobbling you.

An occasional sense of boundlessness may not be the real thing yet, but it does feel more real today than it ever did before.