love letter to a lightworker

Oh hey! It’s just me, Bri. I know, you don’t really know me. It’s probably better that way.

I actually can’t send this letter to you because I’m practicing great boundaries and actively not doing intense pendulum swing relational things where I psychically dive deep into the energy of another person and then tell them how much I love them for the depths of who they are just by being in their energy for .4 seconds. I’ve learned to regulate and integrate time and space because I respect people and their earthly experiences and interactions.

Perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I did…

In any case I just wanted to say that since I met you, all I can do is think about the simple and the sweet.

After witnessing you snap your magical fingers above my body, maintaining a calm and steady container while I was in absolute energetic chaos…all I could see was visions of warmth, and gentleness, and light.

It is all I have craved since that day. I have sobbed, released, and shifted so much since then, when before I was stagnant.

All this time I have thought I’ve known what a lightworker was. Mentally I think of all of those who “do light work” and “teach the light work” and in their presences I see how much they know and practice and say—and I don’t really deny that the label is for them.

But I’m not sure I’ve ever felt what a lightworker was until I met you, for whatever reason. It was like you lit a candle over my heart center. I am doing my best to keep it burning.

Thank you so much for being a safe space while I was in my dark place. It means more than you know.