Her Letters | One



Dear friend,


I’ve wanted to write to you for a long time, but it has taken me a while to understand what it is that I deeply crave to share with you. I suppose it first required that I trust in this feeling I have that there’s a thread that connects the two of us as we wander through our lives and explore what it means to be a woman.


I don’t believe our experiences are exactly the same, of course. In fact, we might even be more different than we are similar. That’s the beauty of the human experience: we are each unique brush strokes on the canvas of life. There are things you and I have or will experience that the other will never fully understand.


But what I do believe is that beneath our experiences, opinions, perspectives, and identities, there is an energy, a sort of innate knowing, that connects us in a profound way. I like to think of this knowing as an invisible and wordless understanding that what we both yearn for the most is to connect with the soul of ourselves and offer what we find without shame or fear hijacking the process.