Listening to your voice in the dark, I hear how happy you are down there in the Southland with your people.

There is a song in you that you are singing, finding notes you haven’t touched in so many years. It’s an old song, but it sounds new and fresh and returns me to who I am, too.

It is good to hear you swimming in the goodness of you. It is good to hear you open a door you haven’t opened in years to see what may still be there for you.

There is a there for you, I want you to know. But I can not say it because it will put too much weight on it. And it will take away from the discovery that can only be yours.

But I can tell you I am happy to be part of the reason you are considering the threshold.

Let go.

I’ll be here waiting no matter what.