Hello, Universe.

This is the heart of the matter. This is how I make it through each day. I call out to the universe. “Hello, Universe! I send my love.” Some may call this prayer. For me, it’s a devotion of tiny hearts forwarded through space to all who carry a part of me. At times, my own heart cries and aches, but I continue to propel love, like thousands of arrows soaring across the sky. My love is a whoosh of grace, destined to find its intended targets. All those who I wish safe. All those who I wish fortune. All those who I wish peace. The arrows keep flying. The love is still sent. Imagine a dark sky filled with wee red hearts. Look up and know, really know, my love. Take a breath and feel it, deep down within the soul. It is there, always there, like the steady beat of a drum, calling out to the universe. “Hello, Universe! I send my love.”

Love is not consolation. It is light.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
I write letters to you that you’ll never see.
— Jennifer Elisabeth
The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.
— Kahlil Gibran
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