HAPPY 2024 YOUR SWEETNESS
# 29……………..A penpal letter from James to Love
This is out of order, because it was written specifically for December 31st .
I’m sorry I jumped ahead Love. I ask followers of our penpal series, to look for Loves penpal letter # 28. Please look for that in January
This is me thinking about you, lol. Good morning Genevieve. I wanted to use your full beautiful name because I want the invisible cherubs that encircle you and protect you and to know that, I am addressing you and that they should let me do that . What joy could be spread throughout the world if everyone wrote a letter to people important in their lives and told them that they are loved and why they are important. I come from joy and peace and love .
A friend of mine at the farmers market, Danielle, told me to check out the Library of Congress online because it is amazing and endless. I did check it out and it is amazing and it is endless. Just like you are Genevieve, my multi-faceted wonderful new friend. It’s really difficult to express feelings when facing a brand-new friend. It’s not romantic love, it’s friendship love. Romantic love is, too often, an angry greedy,scary out of control roller coaster ride. Friendship love is laughing and pure joy. There is no agenda other than to enjoy the good things that life offers. Friendship love is based on choice and not chance as a romance.
Today is December 31 and I’m sitting here writing to you on my computer at 3:30 AM. The heat from the furnace is blowing towards me as I write so that I’m always warm and comfortable.. I’m grazing for breakfast. I’m having mixed nuts and yogurt and fruit and I handful of superfood pills and quart of really strong ass coffee, monkey food. More people should eat like a monkey. Let’s take better care of our health this year, you and I both . .
Did I tell you, I had another witnessing of the numbers 11:11 on every clock in the house. The 1111 sign seems to only happen for me when I’ve done something emotional. I think you can’t look for it because it’ll never happen. It seems to me like when those numbers are presenting themselves, that something is directing my attention towards the clock at that particular time. I think, I was mentally “urged” to look……..So many times, I have experienced things that felt as though, I was being “ shown “ something. Sometimes the signs were passed off as a coincidence, but sometimes, through repetition,it seems like more than that. Since I met you love, I fully feel a connection with you that will only fully reveal itself bit by bit with time. A person is like a kaleidoscope and, is never the same thing all the time. Humans are such complicated creatures. It’s a miracle there’s ever a connection, yet there definitely is. It’s an unmistakable draw like a magnet that draws you towards another person. It defies explanation. It’s as though, that person is speaking with you, through a mutual channel. It’s like you are a blue tooth speaker getting signals through the atmosphere . ..A “you make me feel brand new” sort of feeling starts to take place……A feeling that says warning Will Robinson, if anything goes wrong it’s really going to hurt but you go ahead anyway. Lights turn on and you can see so many things that you never saw before. You can feel new emotions and revisit old emotions that are so beautiful. You have no idea of all the wonderful lights turning on and of the never ending things we can explore. The mind of this poet is exploding with all the things we can talk about.
Thank you so much you dear girl. Since you and I have become friends, I am happier and love everyone around me more. I feel like I’m writing better poetry and I am way more prolific. I’m trying to write shorter but more powerful poems but at the same time write lengthy letters to you. I really want to catch you up on what I’ve done all my life and shock you. I know you’re busy, so I’ll try to keep my letters under 3000 words a day. You should be able to handle that.( I’m teasing you Genevieve.)
How impressive you are as a wordsmith in you work.. I think we could hook up cables to you and power a small city with the energy coming off of you.
If you think I’m talking about you too much and putting you up on a pedestal — I am. I’m thinking to myself how often does a person get to hear all the ways that another person admires them. I proposed to you, not for marriage, but for friendship. I’ve never done that. May I also write you “friend letters” ? You accepted my friendship proposal. I enjoy telling you how great you are. Just accept the flattering comments no matter how embarrassing you may find it . .
Most of the time in the world today, everybody treats each other sort of like having hallway sex. That’s where two people coming towards each other from opposite directions passing one another and as they do so, they flip each other off and say, “screw you”.
How often does a person hear another person tell them that they are all that and a bag of chips. Well love, you are definitely all that and a bag of chips and if I write you 20,000 words that says how important you are to me as a friend, there’s a good reason for that. I’m insane, if I constantly pepper you with admiration, I really mean it. It’s also because I’m insecure in all things. I visualize how horrid it would be for me , If you left our friendship. Just do me a favor will you? Just humor me and let me go on and on and on because it all boils down to one thing — I like you a lot Genevieve. I feel like you’re my forever friend. I love you. you are important, you matter. Please never go away and break my heart.
You know how they say it’s a good idea to be your own best friend too, and that might be a great idea for a prompt. Address a letter to yourself telling yourself what attributes you have from an objective point of view. Step outside of yourself and and be an objective 3rd party . That sounds like a rather mind expanding project.
Please please please please — — — — — -let me tell you what it’s like being me, and having a friend as wonderful as you. I feel like a 10-year-old Howie Mandel at Christmas time. I’m in this huge room with this gorgeous huge Christmas tree and underneath the Christmas tree are presents. Here’s the part that gets me love — there are thousands of presents and they’re all for me and they all came from you. Each present is important and exciting. Each present represents a thing about your life. Each present is a story of something that happened to you in your life ,both good and bad, and I am so fortunate that you would share that with me . You don’t know what it means to me when we talk about personal things such as your son and your husband. It says you trust me. I would hope you would know, that when you tell me something personal, that it’s as though that same thing happened to me and I feel like I’m one with you dealing as best as we can with the hurt. I feel like together and we are stronger then before the when we were alone. I love the advice you’ve given me about how to handle the emotional ghost of my first wife. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. You came into my life at exactly the right time. I feel like angels presented you to me somehow. You know, kinda like, we are sheep and the sheepherder has a little stick and he just kind of taps us along and steers us towards something that we need. You came to me electronically on a wire and through this TV screen, you are in front of me. I see you in my mind, therefore you are made real to me.
I know you are real Genevieve. It would just be so nice if you were physically in front of me just once, so we could hug and speak directly. I guess that won’t ever happen because I’m a recluse. I never got Covid , and now it seems like the world is exploding with dangerous new life-threatening infectious illnesses. I don’t need to go outside the house because my world is right here writing poetry. I shed tears when you told me that your husband died of covid.
I feel like I have 50 million things to tell you and I want to hear all about your 50 million things.
The problem is, there’s only 24 hours in the day and you have to sleep sometime or you won’t remember the things that you were told yesterday.
The number of best friends I’ve had in my life are very few but I know what it is like when two souls could communicate so well that everything is exciting and fun. It’s like a dance we do every day and I have not enjoyed anything like this since my best friend Jerry. Jerry and I were best friends in junior high and high school . We did such outrageous things. Every time we got together it was such a joy of laughter and devising what trouble can we get into next. Oh how I feel that with you Genevieve. Wait a minute Gen, I was just thinking I may lead you down into the pits of hell because I am a man of such low moral rectitude, you know — — “vampire“ . If you willingly go with me, because you like my cool vampire outfit, then I don’t have to feel guilty at all. I’m thinking that maybe,we should make you into a vampire too. The only thing is, I heard some bad things about vampires. I heard vampires don’t feel love or emotion or thrills or any normal human joy. They’re just blank in the emotion department. All they want to do is scare you motionless while they suck on your neck. Now you would think that of all things, a vampire would enjoy sucking on the neck of a beautiful woman. But he doesn’t get his jollies at all. You would think you would be full of love and emotion after sucking on her neck for a half-hour feeding like a buzzard on a gut pile. He just gets a bellyful of her blood and throws her on the floor like a wadded up Dixie cup and walks away with blood sloshing in his stomach. It makes me want to puke how he could use a woman like that. When you think about it, if a vampire has no emotion, he’s not going to be a very good poet. I have an idea what a poem with no emotion would look like. Probably just a limerick
there once was a man that had gas
when asked to go walking I said pass
when we walk together
you fart stormy weather
and lightning shoots out of your ass
Wipe that smile off of your face. How dare you laugh at the only creative efforts that a vampire can contribute to the world of poetry. Wait a minute — a vampire that writes limericks. That might be a funny prompt. Don’t you just love how everything and I mean everything can become a story or a poem when you’re a writer.
At midnight tonight it’s going to be 2024 and I am so excited. We are going to have so much fun writing letters and stories and poetry back and forth. And don’t forget music. Poetry, reading, music, sharing our tragedies, celebrating our victories. This is a friendship my insides have been screaming for. It’s not that I don’t have friends and I would never diminish, in any way, the love I have for everybody in my circle. It’s a very small circle and I guard it viciously. Each person in my circle I value so much . I jealously guard them in my mind and heart. Welcome to my circle Genevieve. I knew how important you are to me immediately and you are safe here. You’re my friend and with that goes my love for everything you do and every breath you take. You run wild and free but, just know, I got your back eternally
Your Loving Friend — — — — Jim
