My darling Grandchildren,
If you are reading this, I have already left my earthly form.
I will leave this letter in a collection of your children's art, a bin full of stuff that you have probably forgotten ever making, but that I treasured until my final breath. I want you to know how very much I love you even now that I am not here to hold you, to teach you what I learned in my short but eventful time on earth, and to share my deep love for you and for all the creatures, plants, stones, magma, waters, and specks of dust on this astonishing planet. Now it's your turn to shape the future, both your futures and the future of the entire world.
Where to start? A freewrite poem is always a good place to start, so:
Give thanks to the ramblings of an old woman
who remembers in her turn to give thanks even to a dandelion
plucked from its berth
in the soils of both imagination
and truth
Here is something your Uncle Niko said to me before he died. He was a being of love and light despite a great deal of suffering. He was my guide, my rock, and my inspiration. I still wonder what he meant by the words below, but whenever I am tasked with a difficult situation, I remember what he said, and I let Niko guide me even still:
Set clear ethical boundaries
When times are tough, and you will have tough times, look for opportunities. Strife uncovers paths you could not see before your struggles began. Do not follow ANY guidance that does not feel right to you, especially if your ethical boundaries have to be crossed.
Here are a few things I would like for you to ponder.
You are beings of love.
You are products of everything that ever happened before this moment. You are descendants of the whole human race.
Every action, no matter how small, ripples throughout the universe and affects all.
No one knows what is best for you except yourself. No one.
Sometimes it takes time for a correct action to become clear. If you have any doubts about doing something, consider not doing it.
Memory is time travel. Travel freely!
You are powerful beyond measure.
Freedom Matters.
Live in love.
I love you.
This is my entry to hive-106316, The Silverbloggers community's blog of the month challenge, for which we were to write a letter to our grandchildren.
I found this to be very difficult! I could not stop crying!!!
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