Love's letters and invitations

here, we are invited to love. We love together,
loudly. shall we muse together in the wake of missing another

person, hoping our memories will keep us loved and warm. Will
it still give us the same sweetness as it did when we first felt it?

Are we ever as loved as in those moments? Or are we
loved as we remember them, too? These are the musings
I had in reading Oceanic.

We are invited to love ourselves, our lovers, or families,
navigate the complexities and realities of these loves. The
ecosystem our bodies thrives on is one made of love,
in some form or another. We are these caring beings,
connected to each other, our surroundings.

We are loved and loving. Nezhukumatathil is not fearful
of this reality. She holds our hands and embraces it
with us. We are grouped hugged and here.