February 7th, 2026
Dearest Heart,
Despite the tumultuous nature of external circumstances there has been, and continues to be, a vital cleansing; a purifying of indwelling energy that gathers its strength and knowing from your sacred path, one that is only found deep within the chambers of a refining Spirit that lives within you. Each step of this path reveals itself in a time not of our doing and all that cannot be attuned with it dissolves away sometimes silently, other times with great upheaval.
This is the way of the solitary.
Do not expect understanding as there will, more likely than not, be visible distaste and contempt.
However, do not fear this.
In the silence you will build the foundations of a way of being that cultivates a keen discernment, a calm acceptance of what is, and what was not, destined to be, a realisation of what was never true and a deep appreciation of those experiences, moments and places that bring a steadfast contentment.
The gifts you receive, and meaningful connections that will meet you intermittently, will be unique to your energy field. They may be found in the bloom of an exquisite flower, the unexpected visit of a hummingbird adorned in shimmering jewel tones or in the companionship of other beautiful animals, both wild and domesticated.
Walks in nature with my dog bring a tremendous amount of peace. During one of our walks last week she noticed a little butterfly that was resting on a leaf. With a gentle curiosity she nudged it very gingerly with her nose, recognising its delicacy and respectful of its need for a little quiet time. The butterfly graciously acknowledged her greeting, staying for a short while to share the captivating translucency of its wings before fluttering away daintily into the distance, leaving a flash of powder blue as a lingering memory. This lovely moment inspired a new oil painting and a music composition to accompany it.
All that remains, for now, is to leave you with one of my poems that was brought to me on the crest of a tender rolling wind:
A silken balm,
Edged in glimmering whispers,
Stills a vision of old,
Quieting the memories of what could not be.
In such a peaceful unsettling,
Eternal unknowns are now present and will be,
The clearing for souls to re-imagine,
Life free in a Spirit that knows, and welcomes,
The heart in its transparency.
Yours sincerely,
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© Soolin Cottle 2026