Just a quick Wednesday gushing! It’s hard to do because I’ve promised to be insanely disciplined this month! So far, so good!! But I saw you and I couldn’t help myself!! … 

Well you’ve certainly done it this time! You have this way about you! Oh, you in green! I like to say it’s so serene! Cuz it rhymes, you know! But there’s nothing serene about it! You positively glow! You are so *good*!! I wish I could italicize instead of using asterisks. It would kinda get the point across. It’s like the whole world lit up in brighter colors the moment you came into view. That’s how it felt. Everything you could possibly want is yours to have. Just remember it comes in three parts – the body, the spirit, and the soul. Stay out of the mind part, if you’re letting it take too much control. The answer isn’t there, even one as brilliant as yours!! So unless your thoughts are making you extraordinary happy today, you have permission to lose them. Get back into your spirit. Revisit your heart. Everyone gets f—ked. Everyone gets handled. Everyone has things said to them they remember twenty years later, especially if it hurts. “Boo-hoo!” I know! It means nothing. Everyone’s hurting somebody. And here you are, this picture of beauty. I stand here in amazement. I wasn’t sure I would see you. You’re so *perfect* as you are. In a world of hoop earrings and green dresses! And lipstick that brings it all to the fore, there are your eyes. Right up front! Oh, so soulful, they hypnotize. To get lost in your hair would ruin it, because it’s *all* so perfect. If I were your father, I’d be shaken to the core and humbled. “I can’t believe I had anything to do with someone so beautiful.” This someone who parts the red sea. She’s where the eyes go to. This feeling so proud and humbled, all at the same time! These opposing feelings seemingly. I’d be crying all the time. And you’d say kindly, “There you go again.” And I’d whisper back, “I can’t help it. I’m an old softie.” You’re that kind of magic. Oh, just to look at you. Parting the red sea in your green dress today. If I were your child, forget it. Mommy can do no wrong. Imagine! Coming into the world and *yours* is the first face ever beheld! I’d think I’d died and gone to heaven, not knowing I am coming from heaven to be born. Into a world of dark and light. Of warmth and cold. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. The most beautiful woman in the world. How many times can I type ‘style’ and ‘class’ – today you’ve got it locked up, a smooth ride down your alabaster shoulders. You’re such magic. Elegance feels like something you invented. Oh, just to be your friend, showing up with you somewhere! Anywhere! Feeling like they’re all thinking, “What’s she doing with him?” Most likely I’d be feeling confidence. Your energy kinda gets into me, and I carry it proudly and humbly, too. All at the same time. You’ve made me better. I’ve told you so often. You, this golden glorious lifeline. The valentine. Like that child would be, in a lot of ways I’m the same. You were the first face I ever saw, in ways so hard to convey. So magnificent are you. Smoldering and yet so professional. The green, all about and around you! And your blues, from another point of view. I stand here in amazement, all over again! Written words are all I’ve got, but these can’t possibly explain you. In the much the same way the mind is only thoughts. When they’re earnest, they still can’t express it. Not *really.* I feel like you see me from your soul. It’s a whole different feeling. It’s freeing. It’s releasing. It’s the kind of thing where I would talk myself in circles, only to feel your finger over my lips, and you say, “You can stop talking now.” And I’m saved from all that was holding me down. It’s *that* thing. When two hearts connect, it’s a language without words. And it communicates on some higher plane. Memories lose their grip and their power. Anything bothering me today can wait until tomorrow. Or simply vanish into the ether. Nature will still keep doing its thing. The birds will keep chirping. My dog will keep sleeping by my foot undeterred. We create our own problems with every thought we allow to take hold. You can let them all go, because you’re so perfect as you are. Let the beauty unfold. Like a flower. You have such a magic power. If you could feel how much you’re loved – if you could feel the sheer force of it – everything else would seem exactly what they are; little bothers. That evaporate back into the nothing from which they came. You’re on a higher plane. We’re all human and living on this earth. If not, I’m angry, cuz I bought a lot of shoes! What was the point of that? Well, we’re here. But it’s just one facet of the reality. Don’t forget the bigger. Every time you turn off the noise and let the worries in your head pass along like a cloud traveling in the sky. Every time you do that and connect to the spirit of you, you’ll get a sense of what I’m talking about. You know, someone said that a great spiritual truth is that ‘the good is the only real.’ The sad is just an illusion. It seems *impossible* to believe such a thing if you’ve lived in this world for even a little while, never mind a long time. But the more you get used to those words that have troubled you vanishing back into that nothing. You realize the powerlessness of them. And you also realize only you can give them power at all. So you can also let it go. When you go into that heart place of you. A few deep breaths, let the words all float away. If one is very persistent and it stays, just observe it. Let it float there. “Hmm. You’re interesting. I see you. I love you, by the way. I know any hurt placed on me came from a source of pain in itself.” And it will float away, too, once it finds other things to do. And you’re staring at more silence between the words with your eyes closed. And you move the concentration to your heart. Breathe in and breathe out the love you’ve got in there. And you might discover, if only for a moment, it’s the only part that’s real at all. And it fills everything. All this other stuff will come and go. It’s been going on for centuries, millennia, time immemorial. So many who have had it so much worse than you, and you feel for them. That’s a bit freeing for you, too, because you feel a new perspective. But all of that can float away, too. Your love is the only thing that’s real. And it carries you. And what a power that is. To stare down any insult. And any harm that comes to you. Not in a way filled with ego because that’s only where the hurt can generate. But you’re free of everything. It’s all impersonal. Only this love is real. And all those who have hurt you, deep under there, too, that’s who they are. They just forgot, as we so often tend to do. “When the angel of death comes to you, it is terrifying. But when it reaches you, it is bliss.” A metaphor that’s good to remember, because within this bigger life, you experience so many births and deaths. Some bigger than others. But they’re happening all the while. Changes in a life that’s still living on this earth. Some are so terrifying. And some choose to stay in the terrifying, holding on out of fear. But there is bliss waiting on the other side of it. For whenever you’re ready to let go and ride the waves without holding on. You can let go of fear. You give yourself permission. And I’m familiar with your work. Oh, you can create anything. You’re loved so dear. You should see the view from here! Of you. It’s a privilege to be on the outside looking in. It’s a great seat at the show. I’ve got my program in my hand and lost in a photograph of you above your bio, and in my best clothes. A freshly pressed white shirt, and a favorite suit jacket. Even a hint of cologne! Ah, I forgot to wear pants! No, they’re there. Phew. That nervous anticipation when the house lights begin to dim and the orchestra is warming! And getting in tune. Seeing you as been the greatest experience of my life. And your show is just getting going. “What’s this play about?” an older woman next to me whispers, her jewelry clanging against my seat. “It’s about a woman in a green dress who parts the red sea. At least that’s what I’ve gathered. She’s the most spectacular woman in the world.” And her eyes light up! And she says, “Oh! That sounds exciting! Did you hear what he said, Harold?” Nudging her husband who’s surreptitiously listening to the Celtics’ playoff game through his earplug. “Huh?” “It’s about a woman in a green dress who parts the red sea!” “Oh. That’s nice, dear.” And it is. It’s so nice to see you. Up there on the stage. You’re every experience I ever could have imagined, all rolled up into something so majestic. Something I could have never dreamed up on my own. You’re such a vision of perfection. I know you’re only human, too, like the rest of us. But I see your spirit. And you’re in touch with it, too. And you realize your greatness, and all this love. It’s no accident that you’re here. We need you. So, knock ‘em dead, kid. And break a leg! You see that audience out there? They’re putty in your hands. They’ve all come to see you. And maybe there’s a hug. And to feel your arms around me, our hearts so close they’re touching, I make a sound as I gasp for breath unconsciously. I’m afraid I’ll pass out! And you pull back and look into my eyes and ask, “What did you say?” And I say, “Oh! Um. Nothing. Knock ‘em dead.” And you give me that look of yours! Where I die a million deaths. But I’m used to the terror by now, to be so close in the vicinity of you. And I don’t mind it a bit! Because it’s always followed by the bliss. You’re a masterpiece, darling. The outside work, and within. 💚 … You were so wonderful today! I’m so glad I tuned in. ❤️  

Just a quick one! September is so busy already. But a really good feeling. I like the energy of it so far. You’re amazing. Thank you. You light up my life. 🌟  

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