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Miserable. You look and are undeniably miserable. No rest for the weary and the disinterested. It has become a strain and source of frustration and fatigue. So why do you bother? Word on the street is, “you already know.”

Your friends have listened and your enemies have overheard that you are no longer happy. Constantly warring between the “what if” and the “woulda, shoulda, couldas” in the very core of your soul, you hide your face to save face. When did it become unbearable? Can you remember the shift in the connection? The times the climate waxed from hot to cold in milliseconds. Do you remember what you were like before? Before you were reminded that there was so much more?

You ask for advice and rehearse the story. Some hints as subtle as the releasing of bricks in lieu of the releasing balloons weigh heavily. So heavily. And there is an emptiness. A chasm so deep that there is no recollection of what once filled its place. Ask not another what they think. For you have dulled the hearing of every sounding board. Word on the street my friend is, “you already know.”

 

As do I.

 

Love,
e

 

 

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Adulthood. A bit overrated eh? It seems the socially accepted window of time to run away from home has passed. Though tempted to run and hide or pack up and leave when life deals blow after blow; remember wherever you go, there you will be. Word on the street is, “you’ll be there too.”

For a moment, drastic changes can prove to be the hard reset needed to adjust one’s sails. However, there are some things that new career paths, new hobbies, new clothes, beaus or zip codes can’t compensate for. 

Once docked, unpacked, settled in and the novelty has worn off, we are still met with the resounding echo of our own thoughts, unfinished business and unresolved issues. 

Perhaps it’s time Beloved, for that quiet moment of self reflection. You know…that one box that’s never unpacked no matter where you go.

Love you to life🌹e 

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Dear Beloved,

I know you’re smitten. This crush is deep. I see the way you look at them. You can hardly concentrate and the greatest wordsmith could never craft a piece to describe your feelings. Word on the street though is, “they don’t deserve a backstage pass“. 

Oh and the one you keep sharing your highest highs and lowest lows with? They’re not doing such a great job keeping your secrets secret honey. Much of what you’re sharing has been shared. They don’t deserve a front row to your circumstances. They don’t deserve an all access badge to your struggles. 

You however, do deserve better. Better, healthier relationships. Engagements and interactions that are as vibrant and as authentic as you believe that they are. 

Listen, we’ll talk more about it later. For now just be careful who you invite to the show. Beware of who allow to “Meet and Greet” you. There are those that are willing to pay whatever it takes just to have proof that you let them in.



Sincerely,

The One Writing Rave Reviews

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Hey you!

You were walking so fast I could barely catch up! I know since you landed the new promotion, your schedule has spiraled out of control! I’m sure you didn’t see me when I was running for the elevator; probably had some big meeting to go to! I just wanted to tell you that the word on the street is, “you have spinach in your teeth!”

When I saw the toliet tissue stuck to the bottom of your shoe and noticed your slip hanging, I was trying to let you know but you kept brushing past me. Every time you turned your nose up when I tried to make eye contact, you had a bit of company in the corner of your left nostril.  Oh and you kept muttering to the gentleman trying to open the door for you, ” Out of my way peon!”, but it’s Leon. You remember Leon, don’t you? He’s the valet guy that changed your tire in the rain that day. 

Anyway. I know you’re busy. I sure hope this email doesn’t end up in the spam folder or junk pile! I had to let you know about the spinach in your teeth because since you hardly smile or talk to anyone anymore, it’s kinda hard to prove. I keep telling everyone you haven’t changed a bit…but that’s been kinda hard to prove too.

Cordially,

Leon’s Sponsor

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Dear Beloved,

I didn’t mean to startle you when I walked in on you adjusting your clothes. The way you stared into the mirror was so intense, it made me feel like you were looking for something long gone. Just wanted you to know that the word on the street is, “you don’t look like what you’ve been through“. 

I remember when we were younger and we used to go for walks, there was always that one block we’d pick up the pace on. It was as though if we lingered, everyone’s secrets would collide in midair. Unspoken yet grabbing at our ankles. Attempting to impede our stride and interrupt our progress. It never showed on your face, it still doesn’t. 

You don’t look like what you’ve been through. Everyone is not laughing at you, and the voices that continue to fight for the right to drown you, are all lying. I see strength, survival and hope every time I look at you. So next time you’re in the mirror, I pray you not only find what you’re looking for, I hope you see what we’ve all been admiring.

Loving you deliberately,
e

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Dear Beloved,

The season has changed without our permission. A shifting in both the natural and spirit realm. Old things passing away, making way for the new. It seems however, as though the thought of “new” is scaring you. Word on the street is, “You’re afraid to let go”. 

Be it baby teeth, or protruding bellies pushing against seams, change happens with or without us. Like outdated nouns that are neither landmark or vintage, we rest and relish in what once was. 

Forcing mere man to fill God’s proverbial shoes or clinging to the toxicity of a relationship or job, just for bragging rights that you have one is no way to live. That grudge and rehearsed injury enter the room before you do. 

Praying your freedom today Beloved because I miss you…don’t you?


💞e


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Dear Beloved,

How are you. No. Really. How are you? I’m writing because you told me not to call the house anymore. That it wasn’t safe. And this random P.O. Box that you’re using in an unfamiliar zip code, says more than any word you’ve not spoken. Word on the street is “love shouldn’t hurt” but I’m not sure you heard. 

When the bruises faded, the wounds were still visible. How you flinched when certain color cars drove past us on the way to lunch. I saw what you didn’t want me to see and noticed what you covered. 

I give you more than that broken wrist could ever hold, even when it’s made whole. I give you prayers of love and light. Prayers of love gone right. Prayers of love without fright. Prayers of a love that doesn’t hurt tonight.

Here when you’re ready,

💞e

  

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Dear Beloved,

Me too. I didn’t realize I saw myself floating high above the traps and quicksand blowing kisses at my feet. I didn’t know that was referred to as  pride. Until BOOM! Until what they were saying manifested in an unraveling like no other! Word on the street is, “It had to happen” and they are right.

It had to happen to show you you. Me me. Our haughtiness enveloped in our “I will never”, clouded by the puffs of smoke billowing judgment across the seas of resentment emanating denial. 

But I have no regrets. Do you? I’ve forgiven myself, have you?

Let me know…

Love you to life,

💞e

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Hello subscribers and readers!

Today is the first segment of “Word On The Street Is…” which are bite size notes of encouragement from me to you that you can snack on in between meals!

10/16/15

Dear Amazing,

Have I got news for you! Word on the street is, “We’re going to get through this!” This week was very tough for me. If it wasn’t one thing it was another! Even though I was dealing with my own stuff, I saw how hard you were being on yourself. Please don’t give up! We all face challenges that will strengthen us, if we don’t faint! 

You are so much stronger than you think you are so remember no matter what it looks like, “We will get through this!”

Ok, I gotta go but we’ll talk real soon…

Proud of you,

💘e

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