Letters to the Universe

Letters to friends, Gurus, Saints and Teachers. A journey of the soul of a seeker

She is Black

Winter 2009 Black Madonna and child, high in the recesses of a cathedral in Monserrat, Spain. I am lost in my reverence. Like St. Teresa of Avila at Holy communion, who grabbed the grill to stop her own upward ascent I found my way upward to greet her. I joined the line of those that… Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

Black Madonna, faith, grace, Jesus
The Sweet Smell of Silence

Oh the Sweet Smell of Silence Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

faith, God, grace, peace, seeker, silence
I Have a Friend

I have a friend. A very special friend. No one can see this friend. Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

friendship, grace
Striking a Cord: A Walk in the Woods

Returning to the woods, a familiar memory surfaced, evoking full awareness. Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

grace, serenity, woods
I Have a Secret

I have a secret. A secret life. No one knows Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

Divinity, enlightenment, faith, God, grace, love, peace, seeker, seeking
Becoming a Tree in the Magic Meadow

I found my magic meadow while in California Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

Devas, silence, Trees
God Walks with Me

God walks with me. As me. In me. Home to me Continue reading

Letters to the Universe

Divinity, enlightenment, faith, God, grace, love, seeker, seeking

Letters to the Universe: A Journey of Reflection

Since 1984, I have been writing letters to Gurus, Saints, and Teachers, seeking wisdom, guidance, and connection. Initially, each letter was addressed to an individual, but over time, I realized that I was truly writing to the Universe. The answers, when they came, were unannounced, arriving in subtle forms that transcended the boundaries of the written word.

In the beginning, I would post these letters, and some were indeed answered. However, as my journey deepened, I found that the act of sending them out became less important. I transitioned to emails, still directed at specific figures but with the growing understanding that the true recipient was something much larger, something beyond any single person.

Eventually, I stopped sending anything to anyone. I began to jot down my thoughts without any particular addressee, simply allowing the words to flow. These writings became a personal dialogue with the Universe, a way of capturing the essence of my spiritual exploration.Here, in these reflections, you will find it all—years of questions, musings, and the silent wisdom that has accompanied my journey.

Fleming Conley