I’m going to write a letter!!!! Something I’m known for saying in response to a variety of injustices in my life, but I’ll admit I often didn’t take that advice. Who doesn’t need a lesson in “practice what you preach” though? Sorry, human defense mechanism.  However, the times I did take my advice the results were always amazing, almost as if just putting it out the Universe seemed to work. Looking back, the results may not have been exactly what I was looking for, but they were exactly what I needed.

Lately life has gotten crazier than I ever thought possible, and I know I’m not the only one!! Summer 2019, especially here in Dayton OH, has been one for the books. Tornadoes, KKK rally and mass shooting. Oh my! Sorry, couldn’t help but make a Wizard of OZ joke, I am from Kansas after all.  With all the chaos going on, I was at a loss for what to do. All the usual things people would do did not seem to be working for me. I spent many days and nights lost in the wilderness of life, crying out to God, the Stars and humanity for help. I found myself asking the question, “Why me?”, like I was someone special who was exempt from chaos of this magnitude.

My pity party went on for longer than I would like to admit, then I did what I had done many times before and put my big girl panties on! I had to fight for what was right, the Truth. My truth.  I started to write letters. Lots of letters. Many of those letters were to God, that I sent through the Universe on Hwy 42. Sorry again, I couldn’t resist a reference to Hitcher Hikers Guide to the Galaxy. Anyways, those love letters must have reached the right person, because in His timing things are getting better.

I’m a social worker by trade and space holder for healing by design. Which means, I suck at helping just myself, and how I could I just sit back and watch the destruction, sadness and unfair things happening around me?  Also I needed to renew my spirit in humanity. Then I had an idea- Love Letters for Justice, the perfect name for the “rebranding” of my therapy practice.  After all, there isn’t much more you can do than write a letter. Well, you can pray. A lot.