FWD: appreciations, part 2

My courageous friend,

I like that emails help shorten the distance between us.

I like that I can read your email to me or to the whole massage group
and know with great certainty that living with an open heart is not
just something we talk about. I like feeling inspired by you.

I do not like wearing wool socks knowing that just a few days ago we
were jumping in the ocean.

I like your empty moments photo documentary. Although I want to
remind you, given the tendency of your mala beads to stain clothing,
maybe not the best idea to put them in your mouth.

I miss hearing your whole body laugh.

I like how you are sensitive to pain in the world and equally able to
source so much beauty out of it.

I like reading you poems. I might have a great idea. More on this later.

I like writing appreciations with you. It makes writing feel more alive.

The only thing I don't like is knowing how limited my words will
eventually become in translating what I appreciate, especially about
you. ***, if we were in the same place, I would eventually take
all my words describing your beauty and safety and I would surrender
them. And I would kiss you. If we were in the same place, I would
accept Oriah's Invitation to risk looking like a fool, for love, for
the adventure of being alive, and I would kiss you to tell you all the
things that words can't. But, of course, we are not in the same
place. And without knowing exactly when I'll see you again, this
email will have to serve as a poor substitute for looking like a fool
in person.

I like knowing that, if we were in the same place, and you didn't kiss
me back, I would still think the world of you.

: )

***, I hope this email finds you at peace along your journey. And
know that you are being held even from a few thousand miles away.

Until tomorrow,

***