Wholehearted Dream

To my dearest friend M.

A few weeks ago you came to visit me in a dream.

You and I were sitting next to each other, on your old, worn sofa.

The one we always spoke about replacing, yet the one that cradled us with irreplaceable warmth.

You looked radiant and happy.

Your gorgeous buoyant black curls were thick and beautiful.

You were laughing, throwing your head back as you would, in full joyful spirit.

And then, you clasped my hands in yours.

You looked straight into my eyes, smiled and said:

“Chana - I still want to hear about everything!”

I awoke with tears streaming down my cheeks.

I miss her so much, that every day my heart feels empty.

Yet, she lives with me, deep inside.

In the chamber, where no one I love, can ever die.

So, my friend, here I am.

Here we are.

We planned to create WHOLEHEARTED, together.

And so we will.

I know you are proud.

And I promise.

I’ll tell you everything.

To each of you who have either stumbled upon this page, or have been searching for it deep from within, we welcome you to WHOLEHEARTED.

The very place we can always come home to.

With love and appreciation,

Chana