Letters To The Other Side, Part One.


Dear .............................. (insert appropriate Godform)

Further to my recent prayers, which have so far gone unanswered, please may I have the solution now?

I have thought hard, meditated, focused, performed random acts of good, donated to charity, read lots, then read some more. I don't pick my nose (much) or fart in public, I wash, I work hard, I don't consider money to be the meaning of life, I practice yoga and my mind is always open.

I have prayed and pleaded, been zen in my calm certainty, acknowledged my anxiety, and I am aware of my faults and am trying to fix them. I laugh. I am kind. I don't kick the dog, I don't kick anyone.

I love like we were built to do. I adore my child and my lover and my mother, my friends and family. My heart is full but not full-up.

I don't hate. I am not bigoted or intolerant.

I make tea for people other than my boss and I smile at strangers, even when they are rude to me. I don't beep my horn (much) and I promise, I would give anyone my last Rolo if they were sitting next to me and eyeing it hungrily.

I don't sideline the talents I have been given, and when people destroy plants it makes me cry. I try not to watch too much television, I whistle to the birds, and throw spiders gently out of the house.

I am a third through my life and I have asked you for very little up till now. But I'm 32. I really think I must have a few questions in lieu and there is one problem pending which could really, really do with solving.

I know you're busy and all that.

But still.



Love always,

Olulabelle.