You display your dignity for all to see. You’re a place of respite, no matter what uncertainty. You’re a place of strength. You compel your mind to obey you, and focus on the good. Nothing has power over you, the real you. Not even your thoughts. You inspire others to rediscover childhood loves. A sonata that plays more beautifully because the fingers move to the memory of your face. And everything feels limitless, to someone who once felt all time was past. It’s never about having you. It’s about gaining strength through you, the energy you give off. You’re a masterpiece. And probably the most beautiful person in the world. I say ‘probably’ because you might turn up tomorrow being even more beautiful. You have a way of doing that. So I’m reserving judgment until tomorrow’s version of you upends even the current one! You’re the only one who could do that! Peace will come back. Storms are good. Clearing out the dead space. But it’s always noticed the strong and careful front you give off to the world. Don’t think it’s not. Your branches are the ones where birds like to land. Rarely shaking or agitating, not for too long. You’re a return to beauty. You inspire beauty to spawn. It generates and finds new life everywhere. It all comes from you, I promise it does. Look at you! We all do. You’re a rock. You’re the most majestic ship on the ocean. Unsinkable you! And the grace of the waves from your hull. Sunsoaked ripples of blue. Expanding out and touching so deeply those of us so lucky to see you! It’s what you do. No matter what innermost feelings you’re feeling, you’ll do. You’ll do fine. You’ll do greatly. You’ll do, because you’re you. You find your way to the top every time. You’re a marvel. You’re both the storm and the healing that comes after. You know both sides of everything. You’re a song that keeps on playing. And you’re the dreams that inspire living. You’re that most beautiful one. It simply never changes, does it? I’m afraid it never does, and I’m thankful for it. You’re as timeless as the sea. You’re a mystery. And yet you’re knowable. There’s nothing not within your reach. Your beauty comes with strength. Your brilliance sparkles and finds itself rolling over keys on a piano. You’re giving like the sun. You tame the wild beasts. You’re a gift. You’re present. You give life to all around you. You defy expectation. How wonderful that you’re you. You’ll get through. If not you, who? For nobody captivates and mesmerizes as you do. This most majestic ship out on the ocean, that’s you. Sparkling waves of blue. Ripples touching the deepest places in others. Sun-splashed memories of you. What a gift, in a world where strength is missing, to reach out and find you. Like finding a star some mourned was long gone. Nope, you’re still there! This beacon! This light. You inspire others to hold on. You’re dynamite. You’re grounding. You’re the storm and the flashing, and the healing that goes on. Everything will be all right. You’re the comfort that comes. You’re the lifting in spirit. To somewhere so high there’s no telling where! But it’s somewhere good. You’re a miracle. This unbelievable beauty that shows up daily, no matter the weather. Regardless of forecast, you push forth, with grace and splendor, with discipline and grandeur. You’re a model for others. Even if you feel you’re failing, your boat isn’t sinking, despite any reporting to the contrary. You’re sound. You move with such beauty. The sun dancing off your sails. You inspire music and words. You’re the most beautiful girl. As long you breathe, it will always be true. Because it comes from inside of you. It’s timeless like your soul. You have a dignity you show to the world. Don’t think it’s never noticed. Even your lightest touches are written into memory. You’re the woman in the painting. When hope is low and waning, your visage and your energy is seen and perceived. And others feel renewed with a confidence and strength to keep walking forward. It’s something that goes beyond all words, and finds meaning and credence in the secret stuff of dreams. But, it’s real. Because you are. And the result is solid and tangible. All the spellbinding source of what makes you you splinters forth like rays from the sun. And invigorates and charms. And replenishes and defines. Whatever it is in that other person who had forgotten his own dream over time. You’re a lifeline. It’s what you do to so many others, and perhaps not knowing it, perhaps when something else is on your mind. It’s important you know. You’re someone who is always admired. So greatly and so deeply. No matter what is going on. You are beauty, in every possible meaning of the word. You have a permanent shine. ☀️❤️  

Happy Friday! You’re the stuff of dreams. You’re inspiring somebody all the time! That’s a *lot* of pressure, don’t blow it! … I’m kidding!! It’s such a part of you, it’s unconscious. You do it in your sleep! It’s who you are. There’s no separating it from you. You’re magic and faery tales. You’re that *feeling* – for others who previously never believed in that stuff! You’re that rarest of rare person. You’ve got the whole world in your hands. You’re that feeling of sunshine touching down upon dry land after a storm. There’s really never been anyone so beautiful as you.   

Happy weekend!! 🙂💛