Just another letter to a friend. Ah!! You’re SO beautiful. It’s just *staggering!!* And, Yes! You deserve to be that happy!! I have some of my own personal experiences of being hated for whatever reasons in my life. It was painful. Even if I knew or strongly felt what the underlying reasons were, it still hurts. Even if the person is crazy, it still hurts. But so important you don’t make the mistake I made for so long, and *allow* anyone to talk to you in such a way or try to draw you in to an abusive relationship of any kind. They will always try to find the button. For example, let’s say *you* believe you don’t play piano well, and you *really* want to play piano well! I’m just making up examples to make a point! That person says to you, “You suck at guitar.” No reaction. “You suck at drums.” No reaction. “You suck at piano.” A-ha! There’s the reaction. Now they know where the wound is. So they look for the things where *you* might be insecure yourself if you feel you’re flawed in some area. And the worst part, you might be wonderful at piano! They’re finding the part where you *agree* with the offender in some way. And that’s where they can really get to work. I actually knew a person once who said, “Ah! I found it!” when getting a reaction from me. And there was this devilish smile. Finding that spot where you’re wounded, and taking up residence in there like a parasite. Maybe you’re wounded, maybe you’re not. I don’t pretend to know. You seem so far away. I hope you’re okay. It’s a beautiful day. Here in the quiet of the morning. I can imagine how lovely you are. You’re that star who continues shining long after you’ve disappeared. Sometimes I need reminding, as to what’s beautiful in the world. So I turn to you. And there you are. In my heart. It’s going to be okay. I know it. I can feel it. All this pain is to help you figure it out. To do the deep learning, of yourself. It’s all about you. Everything else is just a projection. Get back to the love as your safespot. When you’re lost, that’s always home. In the dark, that holding on to the rail. In those times it will heal the places around you. You’re loved so dearly. Some others are wounded and they want to wound you, too. Looking for those places in you that are burned and tender. Remove yourself from that. If they find a place in you of such vulnerability, question it yourself. Why do I feel that way about me? And you can heal that part of you in so many ways. You can laugh it out. Why take ourselves so seriously? I guess I need to do some work there! I’ve learned. This was something in my blindspot. Knowing is half the answer. Let the rest be filled with love. For yourself. You’re not lesser. You never are. You don’t hurt people deliberately, and that sets you apart. You’re always a star to me. Only surround yourself with people who will lift you higher – gotta quote that Oprah gem again. She’d be the first to tell you she has her own wounds, and a sense of her own shortcomings. But nobody gets to trample on you. And devilishly smile when they find where you hide your pain. And take up residence inside it. That’s where they feel they can pull the strings. The part of you that agrees with them. Heal that part. With laughter and love. Someone else will stumble upon that same spot accidentally. And instead of using it in some way to gain power, will instead hug you, and say, “I love you. I know that you’re hurting. What can I do to make it better. “ You are loved like that. I only want to see you flying. Your wings spread wide, and soaring majestically. You were made to fly that way. Not trapped in a cage, where there is some unspoken agreement and dynamic. Set yourself free of all that. There are others who would never dream of hurting you. It’s as if they feel your own pain as if it’s happening to themselves. The places where you are wounded will hold less and less power as you heal. So I’m not good at piano? Oh, I only do it for fun. That person can no longer hurt you there, but you quietly make a note that such people will no longer be given special access. These ones who search for the wounds in you for purposes that are darker. Looking for places where you agree. You’re afraid you’re not that smart? Ah, I found it, he says. Afraid you’re not very beautiful? Oh, this is the place she’s insecure. And they crawl into that wound to get to work on you. That place where you agree deep down. So heal those wounds. You’re brilliant and you’re stunning. You need to know so. Laugh away those insecurities. None of it matters, anyway. There’s too much love all around. We’re all coming and going. Some of us limping, some of us running. But we’re all works in progress. And someday the field will be replaced with new plants. That whole circle of life business. Stay in the middle of your circle and observe the turning of the wheel around you. In your safe place. Surrounded by love. I love you so much. You can do the deep work of exploring why those wounds came to be. And when you think you’ve exhausted it, and you’ve finally worked it out, it still can visit you in your dreams. At some point you simply choose to let it go. No right or wrong, or pain or bliss about it. It’s simply time to move on. Wounds tend to heal best when you’re not touching them. Let love do the rest. You’re perfect to me. I haven’t seen you in a while. I hope you’re okay. Maybe you’re happy! Maybe you’re going through something devastating. I don’t pretend to know which it is. Know you’re loved regardless. Send love to your wounds. Tell them, “I see you. I feel you. You’re so beautiful. I had meant to tell you so.” You’re the most beautiful girl to me. You make people so happy. You really do. It’s always such a joy to see you. When you’re not seen, people are thinking of you lovingly. You touch the deepest places. You’ve healed a few wounds of my own. You’ll thrive again. It won’t be long at all. You’re my everlasting reminder as to all that is beautiful in the world. ❤️  

I hope you’re safe, and it’s a wonderful Tuesday for you! … 

“THERE SHE IS!!” has lots of posts like this new one (on amazon). Have to slide that in, of course. Thank you for lifting me higher. It’s such a joy to know you. You’re beautiful. Always and forever, to me. Thank you!! For everything. 🌟☀️