It’s this existential thing. When you get the look that tops all the looks before it – and that’s not an easy thing! – you know it invariably must go down. Like the cycles of the moon. It waxes, then it wanes. But, oh, I don’t want it to! Because she is heaven on earth! That look reshapes me from the inside out! It casts out all my devils! It’s like my father said to me when I was thirteen. “You could ‘eff’ up a watery dream.” Except he didn’t say ‘eff’ – and watery was wet. But you wonder if your whole life you’ve carried this curse. Something so beautiful and somehow screw it up. Like the dragon in mythology who collects the most beautiful princess and lots of money. And he doesn’t know what to do with it. The dragon only guards. Do you ever notice it’s man who does the slaying? The dragon is feared. And yet all he’s doing is collecting. And you’ve received the most amazing look in the world!! The camera pans and swerves. From her!! And that’s when fear makes a surprise reappearance. It can’t possibly go up from here. This is the look you’ve always longed for! It lasted for seconds! From her!! It was so warm and demure. The moon has now waxed and it’s completely full. A perfect circle. It can’t get any better. So you just want to freeze the world and stay right in this spot. On the morning after you received the most heart-freeing look from the most beautiful woman in the world. Because you know every full moon must diminish again. You’ll stumble – and some insecurity will sneak in – and that moon will whittle and lose its shape. And every night from here, what was once the perfect circle will get smaller in the sky. The look won’t come as warmly next time. Like Beyonce with Number Ones, and Tom Brady with touchdowns, you know all streaks have to end. But let me freeze time right here. Let me forever live in this place where she smiles at me. And God says, You’re being selfish. You want to hold on. While you’re living in a world of all coming and going. Of all up and down. Of light and dark. Of now-you-see, and now-you-don’t. And you plead to God, I like the waxing up. I don’t like the waning away. Because something so magical happens when she gives her look this way. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world. She always will be. I saw her car! I know what she eats! I touched her heart, before I ended up talking too much. I always do. I don’t want to go back to the blue. And the message delivered through your angels is that’s enough  talking for now. You don’t have to be a dragon. There’s nothing to guard. We showed you her beauty to remind you of what’s inside. And, for you, we knew it had to be her. The most wonderful girl in the world. Because nobody else could ever do. To get to that place inside you where you could slay your own dragons away. Of past words and hurts, of the things you let haunt you in the dark. Only her eyes would do. But look at all you’ve been doing while you’re acting all insecure. You’ve put aside old relationships that no longer serve. You don’t entertain those things that glitter, while knowing they only want something from you. You’re standing on your own feet. Even though it feels like sand. You’re actually someone more solid and secure, despite the moments of panic. When you ache to hold onto a memory of her. Because you’ve let go of so very much. You can be alone, and not be lonely. You can enrich a life, simply because you want to. You don’t have to try to hang on to the moon that’s full. That’s a fool’s game. You know it will wane again. But, just when you’re sure it has disappeared. I’ll be sure it waxes again. Don’t forget things always move. In the space that you’re in. That’s the message coming through. All those things that don’t serve you, they’re being whittled away. And the soul that remains is a person worth having in your day. You can spend time with yourself, and the company is good. And by showing you her immaculate eyes, you see all else that glimmers isn’t gold. By showing you her face that opens doors inside, you can let go of all the things you only kept out of pride. We knew it would take the most beautiful woman in the world. No other would do. So you could let go of what glitters but which is dead inside. To set you on course and create a life worth living. So let go, and let it fly. Your love for her is the thing to keep. Set yourself free from the worry of holding on. You’re being carried. You’ve been carried all this time. I won’t let go of you now. ❤️