In which I gather inspiration, Day 20
I received a few books in the mail over the weekend. They have been on my wish list for quite some time, and I finally broke down and purchased them. One of the books is titled Other People's Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See. There is not an ounce of structure to the book because it really is just a culmination of letters glued together in a hardcover, and yet, it is one of the best books I have ever read.
A lot of the letters are indeed love letters, but there are others that are "I'm sorry" letters, "You hurt me," or "Just thinking about you," or even "I am having naughty thoughts about last night" notes. All of the stages of love in a compact book. My heart expands and collapses with every new page.
I have been reading the letters out loud because it is almost like poetry. Nothing rings more beautful than gut-wrenchingly honest emotions written out on paper. Giving these letters my voice, I believe, is the reverence they deserve.
In the intro written by the man that edited it all together, he states at the end, "...The fascination here is more complex than a simple case of voyeurism. Because, on a deeper level, the heart you're looking into is your own."
I have never seen truer words written. All I see when I read these letters is myself. My past, all of those experiences. My future, what I which to be.
I woke up this morning, and instead of the most recent dream I had revolving around in my head like normal, I had love words from these letters circulating. Also, my last post was swirling around in there as well. The two are most definitely connected.
It is frightening to place a hope, wish, or dream out for the universe to see or read or critique. All of those things that I blogged about are things that I want with Josh, and wants they are - not expectations. He doesn't owe me a thing. I just want him by my side.
Reading this book gives me the courage to go out and make bold statements about everyone I care for. It makes me want to try to fly and damn the consequences. Take a deep breath and jump off the cliff.
It is beautiful, and I am so glad it found me.
Remember to love.
A lot of the letters are indeed love letters, but there are others that are "I'm sorry" letters, "You hurt me," or "Just thinking about you," or even "I am having naughty thoughts about last night" notes. All of the stages of love in a compact book. My heart expands and collapses with every new page.
I have been reading the letters out loud because it is almost like poetry. Nothing rings more beautful than gut-wrenchingly honest emotions written out on paper. Giving these letters my voice, I believe, is the reverence they deserve.
In the intro written by the man that edited it all together, he states at the end, "...The fascination here is more complex than a simple case of voyeurism. Because, on a deeper level, the heart you're looking into is your own."
I have never seen truer words written. All I see when I read these letters is myself. My past, all of those experiences. My future, what I which to be.
I woke up this morning, and instead of the most recent dream I had revolving around in my head like normal, I had love words from these letters circulating. Also, my last post was swirling around in there as well. The two are most definitely connected.
It is frightening to place a hope, wish, or dream out for the universe to see or read or critique. All of those things that I blogged about are things that I want with Josh, and wants they are - not expectations. He doesn't owe me a thing. I just want him by my side.
Reading this book gives me the courage to go out and make bold statements about everyone I care for. It makes me want to try to fly and damn the consequences. Take a deep breath and jump off the cliff.
It is beautiful, and I am so glad it found me.
Remember to love.