You close your eyes and you’re gazing at the horizon. A big ol’ giant yolk sun, dancing in pinks and purples and hues still not properly named, and you are filled with quiet wonder over pieces of missing dreams – those things you ache for, and you ask if the pieces will ever come and how they will fit together. You go to a place in your mind when troubled by something very near and here, and that old memory comforts. You’re in that wonderful space and you are young to the core. That summertime smell of freshly cut grass. The kind where you can put a blade between your fingers and it becomes a kazoo when you put your lips to it. And there is laughter. Such laughter! You see familiar faces who bring you joy, from the here-and-now or from the long-ago. You just can’t stop laughing! And now all of you are running and performing somersaults, green grass stains on your shorts and shins. Somebody comes up from behind and embraces you. You don’t pull away. You just know. You feel such love for the person without seeing the face. You relax into the embrace, lips and breath on your hair, and you close your eyes a second time. Your energies intermingle. You see colors and shapes, some familiar, some not. But, you know you are thinking his thoughts, and he yours. You’re in the same inner space. And every hidden memory, every darkest corner, every deepest fear – the ones if ever revealed should surely leave you stranded and alone – well, you know none of it even matters! Your heart dances, the corners of your lips lift into a smile from your soul, and you relax deeper into the embrace. You are perfectly loved, and perfectly safe. And, there is such laughter and joy all around. Sometimes it feels your heart will burst. All your thoughts explaining away miracles that begin with, “That’s just …” are carted off in a wheelbarrow, hearing the hollow refrain of “that’s just, that’s just …” until it disappears in the faraway beneath the big ol’ giant yolk sun. There are so many layers, aren’t there? And it’s all lit and supported and strung together by this master love. And, you are so loved that all that is really expected of you is to laugh and dance and sing and create inside this expanse that knows no end, no bounds. You are so utterly, totally, absurdly loved it feels the heart will break. And it does. And it heals. And it comes back for more. Stronger for it, and happy to break again! And you feel that love because love is what makes you *you*, down to the smallest cell of your body, and all the way up to the largest visions your spirit can conjure. You’ve got nothing to fear today. Or any day. No silly nonsense will keep you down. For you’re dancing with angels. All the time. And, somebody loves you so very, very much. ❤️  … Some days it’s all you can do not to laugh about it all! ❤️