It’s one of those days when there’s little to say. So maybe just walk with me a while. And look at the trees. And the skies behind it. And breathe in the smell of pine needles. And listen to the quiet. This world, a world away. There was this moaning, like the ghost of a widow. Even Jakey was nervous. It turned out to be a tree that had died, leaning on another one for comfort. And it was literally sighing! Sounding like a human! Deep in the woods where the hush of silence was otherwise deafening. There was something profound about it. Only interrupted by a woman jogging and saying hello moments later. This secret world available to anyone. No admission fee. Nothing of money that makes the world go round. This is the original world, existing in between. Gold is the only currency. Or the water from a stream. Or something you could grow amongst the weeds. In fact, the weeds aren’t even called weeds at all! That’s something we do to say one thing is not desirable, and the other thing is. But the weeds tend to have offshoots of flowers so pretty. They’re wild. It’s all beautiful. No one thing is lesser than the other. It’s a good place to feel reborn. Those thoughts that haunted you the other day are nowhere to be found. If they come, they don’t hold the same power. It’s like a fight already fought, and watching the next morning’s coverage. It doesn’t belong in you anymore. There’s something like a white carnation with a green stem. Effusive in its splendor, the rays of the sun dancing upon it. And I thought of you. You have the power to correct any situation. Of either world, the financial or the spiritual. You’re empowered. You have full control. You’re the hedge bet! That sure one who is certain to grow, steadily and with purpose. Nothing exists in the outer world except what you believe to be so. I know there are many examples that might seem to prove the contrary. But, think about it. You are only who you believe you are. I learned that one the hard way, but so happy that I’ve learned it. I’m tempted to feel a king when I make a lucky move. But how much more fun to appear as a peasant with a glimmer in his eye. That stuff of fairy tales, they always seem to arrive in the woods! They say it represents the subconscious. That stuff we push below the thoughts we call the real. I see it as the real we’re often ignoring. While the rectangular boxes change a few miles beyond, the woods stay the same unless torn down. These circles in the tree trunks, counting all the rings! And the way plant life seems to know to grow in a circle, intuitively to protect itself. And, look up! There’s the sun and the moon. Circles everywhere in nature. It must be trying to tell us something. Man builds boxes, and gets trapped in them. The circle is everlasting. Kinda like you! The story always changes, and yet it always stays the same. Seasons come and seasons go. These promises. In a world devoid of reason, here is comfort in the predictable. Spring will always return. A new hope. And blue horizons, sprinkled with gold. Purple skies, they’re all the colors of you. In the fiery red foliage, too. It’s so beautiful out here. Apparently you’re everywhere!! Even out here in the woods. The most beautiful goddess in the world. You can fix any problem. If not you, who? When you set your mind to something, look out! It’s going to get done, one way or another. Look how far you’ve risen. You’ve got a great curve ball! (Ah! A circle, again! Go figure!) Do what you must, and let it go. Some things are forever. In this life people express such desire, and play with things, and toss them away when something new enters. Just look at your favorite TV show. Look at the angst and drama over something in Season 2, then it’s something totally different if you jump on over to Season 7. It’s always something. The something only changes. But you work from inside. And it steadies you. You don’t get too caught up. If something is bothering you, then you know to fix it. If you can’t, then who? If it’s unfixable, then you turn it over. Either way, you’re coming out roses. Because you’re you. The world is drawn to you. But you’re not drawn to the world. You observe it. You participate. But you return to the steadiness inside you. That unchanging everlasting life of you. And the answers will just come to you. They may even flow with ease. When trapped in your mind, it seemed something so complex and intertwined. But you observe it all, one step removed. It doesn’t mean you love less. It’s the opposite. It’s the mind that often stops the love from flowing. You’ve got your soul on speed dial. You’re walking that great mile as only you can do. Men are falling all around you. They see in you what I see, too. You have so much power, it may be even more than you realize. You light up *everything* in another. You’re saving all the time. It’s coming from that great light inside you. And no amount of time is ever changing that. It’s eternal. The true you. It’s what others see when they’re talking about other things. And you’re loved like there’s no tomorrow. So there’s little reason for sorrow. Or apprehension. Or losing your temper. I’m as flawed as they come. You’re a little better. You’re a little like heaven on a Sunday. You’re a lot like dreams that are so real you can almost touch them. You’re so painstakingly beautiful it almost hurts to behold you. It’s your inside shining through. The most spectacular face I’ve ever beheld. It’s the kind of face that gives you a reason. To go it another day, because you saw something so beautiful it gives you a little hope. That there’s something out there worth aiming for. But it doesn’t matter what the world is showing you. You’re showing the world!! You are class, and you have such dignity. And you laugh! And you get angry. And like the sun and the moon and the great storms of nature, like primitive peoples, each part of you is worshipped. You’re a wonder to behold. Down on their knees and bowing repetitively, in an effort to appease you. The sun god, the moon god, and the god of the great storms. Primitive peoples were always being humbled! It wouldn’t be wise to cross you. And who would want to! Because underneath all your powers is love. It drives every one. One god after all. Appearing in many manifestations. The great consciousness is one with you, if you let it. Or you may go off on your own. It’s the choice between the heart and the mind. You’re always free to return. Any punishments we create on our own. But no one was made quite as miraculously as you. Oh, look at things you do! Your mind will find all the answers, as if magically, when you work from your strength. Your center. When you breathe, and you return, back in your zone. It will all come to you. The world is drawn to you. I think we’ve seen that play out! You’re not drawn to the world. It is simply your plaything. Something you fill with love. You’re coming from another place higher. And deeper. You have such great power. Only one thing can sap its mighty power. If you let your mind believe anything otherwise. But that’s not you. You’re a star. People dream of you. Here is this being who leaves them breathless!! In a world of dark corners, someone who is evocative. Someone of such beauty, surely there must be something divine happening somewhere. You’re lighting candles. One by one. These men in a line. Heads bowed in a procession, until they reach you. You’ve lit it, and they’re turned around. It’s something like that. That’s kind of what’s going on, in the unseen of things underneath whatever seems to be happening. You evoke joy. Because you’re *so* beautiful. You’re otherworldly, and therein lies the secret and the reason. You’re working miracles and your mind doesn’t know it. It’s in your soul. That’s a lot of power to put it mildly. You can harness what is your own. And use it to solve any perceived problem. You’re fire dancing in the sky. There are no problems. There’s you. And your timeless beauty. The world is your plaything to give your soul pleasure. A little challenge here and there, like playing a game. It’s part of the joy. You’re the winner. You’ve already won. You’re the golden sun. I’ve felt your rays on me. And it has been cathartic. You nourish. Not once in human history has anyone ever picked a battle with the sun! If so, they’ve certainly never won! Why would they, anyhow! Who would want to! We’re all orbiting around you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re lighting up the whole thing. For everyone. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. And that, my dear, never changes. Never-ever-*ever!* You’re eternal. ❤️  

You’re the most spectacular woman to be found.  

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A Friday ‘gush deposit!!’ Anything you want to do, you’ll do. You’re staggering. You’re phenomenal. You’re devastating!! You’re — YOU!!!! 🌟☀️🥰  Yay!!! And woo-hoo!!!! … *ahem* … sorry, I know that’s not very manly. You make people happy. *shrug* Whatya gonna do?? 😌  

Happy weekend, too!!  

Beautiful you. You have the power.