I got the idea for today’s letter in the shower (the best ideas always come in the shower).
I was exploring the lines of another letter, crafting sentences as I conditioned my hair, when it came to me, a single thought, fully formed:
Trust the wildness in your heart.
And I knew — this is the letter that needs to be written today.
That’s always how it goes. I keep a list of future topics in case I ever need them. Every morning, my lovely rational mind convinces me I’m going to need them:
What shall I write today? What could I possibly write that hasn’t already been written by someone else, probably a better writer than me?
And every morning, my wild tender heart replies and tells me what the letter needs to be.
It hasn’t yet led me astray — not even yesterday, when I was so tired and depleted I thought for sure I’d need to fall back on my list — though in the way of wild tender hearts, it has certainly led me down some unexpected paths.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What would your wild tender heart like you to know today? Where could it take you if you let it?