Do you imagine
that the buds on the trees
so tightly bound in Spring
secretly can’t wait until the appointed time
when they’re able to loosen their grip
and allow the beauty from within
to flow without.
Letters to the Universe
A journey of the soul of a seeker.
Since 1984, I have been writing letters to friends, Gurus, Saints, and Teachers, seeking wisdom, guidance, and connection. Over time, I realized that I was truly writing to the Universe.
At first, I posted many of these letters, and some were answered. As my journey deepened, I came to understand that sending them mattered less than listening for what arose within me.
Eventually, I stopped sending them to anyone in particular. These pages are a record of years of questions, musings, and the quiet wisdom that has accompanied my spiritual exploration.
