Dear Future Self, 
I hope you’re still a lover. That you still hold space for the curving into another, the moments meant for only you. 
I hope you never get too tired to keep growing. Staying the same can be easier in the moment but harder in the long run; we’re not meant to be yesterday’s version of ourselves. I hope you keep trying new things, even if you don’t want to, because you Know you deserve the Best. 
I hope you’ve gone dancing recently, even if it was just in your home, or alone. I hope you have a home. A place, or places, that you can curl into and be held. I hope your art has changed and multiplied and expanded in ways unforeseen. 
I hope your grace has only strengthened, and that you’ve never been more comfortable in your skin. That you love your body and feel balanced in what you eat. That you’ve created a stable, solid, healthy, delicious and thriving relationship with food. 
I hope you’re having sex. And drinking water. And going for runs in the rain or the snow. I hope you care more about cooking and know how to make some really yummy meals, mostly for loved ones. 
I hope you never forget we don’t know what we don’t know, and that the space beyond our Knowing is infinite and always ready to show us something New if we’re willing to Show Up and Listen. I hope you’re still Listening. 
I hope you’re singing, and that your voice has only grown and touched new parts of your souls and others; that you’ve discovered more gems God has given you to share, and that you’ve had the courage to take the necessary steps to bring them to Life. 
I hope you still cry when you need to because it’s healthy. Because it’s a release and a beautiful way to water your garden. I hope you are tending to your garden, and growing one outside your home, too. That you can see the tomatoes from the kitchen sink. 
I hope your dreams are vivid messengers. That you smile every.single.day and never forget how Magical life can be. That you floss, regularly, without thinking twice about it. That you’re proud of what you’ve accomplished thus far. And Believe that you’re still just at the tip of the iceberg, because you are. 
I hope you’ve dug deeper into non-attachment, into acceptance, into embracing The Moment no matter what’s being handed to you. That you’re still positive, and faithful, and trusting. I know you are, because We Know No Other Way. 
I hope you’re still The One Who Opens Yes Wide Up. That you say I love you every day. That you go for long walks and steep hikes and laugh out, loud, without reserve. I hope you still practice yoga, and dream, and wonder, and ask questions. 
Most of all, though, I hope you Love. I hope you still Love big and deep and strong with such a tender compassion that it can touch and hold and heal any pain or change or loss that ever shakes you. I hope you Know and Remember and Return to Love, again and again and again.

It’s never too late to Love.

Forever Yours, 

Angelica  
  
Cave of Refuge, 

Puna, Hawaii <3