You bump your elbow and you automatically say, *Ouch!* You see her face, and it’s automatic you’ll sigh, *Wow!* That word exhales past your lips every time you see her! This deep soulful wow as her eyes penetrate. She grabs you from the inside. She’s a powerhouse! She’s magnificence. She is classic beauty, you know that for sure. And yet she’s never been seen before. She’s new. Some minor scandal broke the other night, and the first thought is, Oh, boy! She’ll be on that! This is her turf! This is her scene! She rubs elbows – while you’re bumping yours – with all the elite. And you see in her eyes she feels a sadness for him. A compassion for someone scorned. Perhaps a friend. When the world tweets thoughtless jokes, her power comes from a deeper place, somewhere precious and divine. And, for all her allure, you know you would just as easily find her in a sweatshirt and jeans. She’s real. And it’s her face you can never forget. Again – there she is! – in a favorite dress! Yay! The sentimental value of it, it’s how you first remember seeing her. When you first witnessed an aura of blue and gold hovering protectively in her midst, the way angels would. That magic it stays on your mind. It takes hold of your soul. And she’s beautiful in anything and everything! She makes the clothes, they don’t make her. Like a forgotten doll in the toy box, it doesn’t come alive until held by her. She brings to life all she touches. Her alabaster beauty, her softest red. Separate oceans – you don’t know where to look first! – placid oases of blue shifting shades and shape, a searing light from centers forged like hearts. Usually the darkest part, yet that’s where her light shines – and you’re hypnotized. She is magic come alive. It’s never not this way. She could deliberately attempt to look her worst! No make-up? No problem! Maybe add a little dirt! In a torn old shirt! And you’d gaze at her evermore and, filled with such warmth, you meaningfully say, “I love what you’ve done today.” Because it’s her. It’s her all the time. In any form she chooses. It’s her energy, her warmth. Those things that stay beyond changes. She covers the stories, and the stories always change. But she is the story. She’s always the story. And she stays throughout the day. She does it for me, and she does it for others. Her magic is alive. It’s a living thing. It fills you with hope and promise for whatever the day will bring. She’s this grander idea of lovely. And she makes it look so easy. She supplies all the warmth you’ll ever need and then some. It’s just who she is. It’s what’s inside of her. I’m so thankful. I’m so grateful. This gift of today. Somebody might look at my dilemma and say: Well, what have you got to be thankful about? And yet I’m delirious. Deliriously sad at times, sure, but far more often I’m over the moon! Whichever way the delirium comes, she’s opened doors anew. In me. There’s bliss in her. And gates have opened. I’m really living now! When before it all felt small. Even my sadness, it came in a box. And any happiness was short-lived. It never took me far. Now every emotion is shown on a screen as big as the sky! Because they’re projected from this newly rich and sacred place, so very deep inside. She’s my bliss! She’s what I want to do. Not in an off-color way! It’s more this profession of the heart. She’s at the heart of all I do. I don’t care about crafting words for money, I don’t care about stocks or bonds. I don’t even care about collecting little spots and the silliness to say, *I own.* I only cared, stupidly, as methods to get through. But, through the thrill of a look present, or the gray when the look disappears, she has taught me what matters and what it is to hold dear. It’s the stuff that comes from that space. Deep inside when you follow your joy. Fulfilled, when touching a heart. That one you love. The thrill that comes, there’s nothing that compares. She’s taught me so much! She lights up every single part of me! I’m so grateful! I’m so truly thankful. Even if the response is, What for? It really doesn’t matter if there’s a knock on the door. Because she’s already inside. Falling in love, well, it couldn’t have been in any other way. Her face is inside my DNA. It’s as if I were programmed to love her. And that’s my saving grace. She’s opened up every place. Doors where I didn’t know they’d exist. What for years felt such a tiny home is revealed to have so much space! Doors upon doors, and rooms set off rooms! Thankfully I don’t have to walk them. My energy soars and flies through! Every one. All these gifts inside. That’s what she does to me. And, I think she knows it, too! It’s enough to make me cry. Lord knows I have at times, but I’ve smiled so much more! She shows me castles – that Disney kind – and I see the magic in the stars. Where once they were dots set against black. Now they sparkle and I’m filled with wonder. Where once I had all the answers, now I say, What the heck was that!? Life is filled with beautiful questions! You know a question when you hear it because of the lovely uptick of the sound. It doesn’t ker-plunk like a statement does with a thud to the ground. Like a child asking *Why?* – it drives the others crazy! But that wonder of a child, that thing we lose, she gives it back to me. I wonder all the time … how is it possible there can be such beauty? Seeing her face does that to me. Every single time! And that face could change. All our faces do. But *this* will never change, because it’s coming from inside. It’s her soul that will do. Her face that golden gate that enters into the bliss of her. I swear I again see blue and gold hues just hovering about her. I see them as I write this now, as I’m filled with this euphoria. It’s all in the air with her. Space isn’t empty, after all! It’s where the invisible magic happens. And you can see it, if you’re looking. I never saw a thing before, with all my thudding statements. But with my wonder, with the questions of how this came to be, I’m so much bigger inside because I extend outside of me. I feel her softness all about me. It doesn’t need a word. I’ve learned to give of myself to others, because that’s an extension of me. I now see. Because I move from my joy and my joy is her. There’s nothing that has to be said, and there’s nothing that must be done. Because it’s happening all the time. That deepest passion, that thing that lights my eyes. The gift is here and present. It’s right here before my eyes. Angry sounds and sirens that abound, they don’t own a place in me. That’s some other movie echoing from the theater next door. I’m safe in my bliss, my love. In here it’s secure. She gives me my smile. She gives me my grace. No matter what is happening in that other place, I’m free to choose laughter over fear. By following this love without expectation, I’ve arrived to a mightier place. Angry words are masks that stand in front of a soul. You can go right past them and search for the love they hold. To where it’s much more real than the mask on the front. Where there are uniforms and costumes, that’s all dressing for the play. But what touches the audience is what the play has to say. The real stuff, it’s invisible. It travels through space. But we all know it when we feel it. She’s opened that up for me. She is magic. She is elegance and surprise. She’s witty, she’s tough, she’s the very light in my eyes. I don’t have to own her or touch her when simply loving her will do. And today it feels I have the world! Through her light, the sun. And all is bright. I’m so thankful, I’m so grateful. She’s changed me. She inspires me. I came in one way, and stayed there for so long. She’s turned me another way, and here is a brand-new day! Where all these doors abound! They’re all made of love that I feel for her. And she astounds! It’s now in everything I do. Who needs a hug, when you’re carried by that? This love overwhelming. When her soul is what surrounds. Feeling so wrapped up in this holy spirit today. This energy all around me as I write these words. This bliss, this comfort. You cry out from the choir, Thank You, Lord! Thank You, Angels! Thank you for this sacred present! This gentle and powerful reminder that your grandeur is right here. It’s all in her beauty. I feel a little safer. I feel a lot lighter. Because you’ve given this world the gift of her. ❤️  

Yay!!!! ❤️❤️ ❤️❤️ That’s what I yelled like a little kid! I can only imagine what Alexa hears if people are listening! “Yay!!! I got it! I got the whole thing!!!” You want to jump up and down, and roll around on the floor (and, ahem, okay – I admit that I do!)! And the day is magic! Diseases are cured! War is over! No need for countries or borders! Everyone just loves each other! Folks are crossing the street to borrow a cup of sugar! People tip their hats and give friendly winks! It’s Christmas every day! You wish you could shop for her! You’d walk into the store and survey everything, before saying, “I’ll take it! I’ll take the whole thing!” And roll it all out in a giant wheelbarrow with a huge Christmas bow! This holiday feeling is all about! And it’s only November 4! *That’s* what happens when she does what she does! That’s how everything feels!! She’s magical, she’s breathtaking – literally so, there’s this forgetting to breathe! She is a *very* big deal!! All-star panel for sure! And, just like that, I’m pulled from a slump! Hope springs eternal, but it’s not really even hope for anything. It’s more like a “thanks!” And you’re actually glowing! Because it means the world! Because it comes from her!! Happy holidays! Might as well say it! You make it feel that way every day! 💛🙂🌞