You’re as great as it gets! And better than you could even know! Like an older version of you, remembering a younger you, when in some grievous moment, of the so-long-ago. Where that younger version wishes her older-self could come and visit, as she would be the only one who would understand, who *could* understand. And, you do! And you see this younger you with fresh eyes. Your own insecurities disappear when seeing this earlier version of you with some newfound clarity. Remembering exactly the place and where she was sitting, alone, when she made this wish in despair. To have an older version of herself appear, to guide her along. And, you do! And you realize – – she *is* great! She is someone you want to surround with only the best of people, no one who will dampen her spirit. You want to protect her from all the things that veer stunning vehicles off path. You tell her how amazing she is, and you know it is true. Not flattery. Truth. She is so brilliantly smart. Smarter than the one writing these words, for sure! And she’s got this love that is so pure. And, you tell her everything will be okay. You remind this younger you you’re still in the game, too, just in a different spot up the road. So you still have your own insecurities and worries. You’re not coming to her as the all-seeing. Just her-self who has seen a bit more. You remind her to not get caught up in words being said. Whatever it is that got in her head. Because this girl will do things that will leave them shaking their heads! You don’t control the narrative, you remind. Others can do that part. Narratives change. And, there’s always a bigger narrative. The quiet constant one that doesn’t change with the day. It sounds deep. And it rings true, when visiting this younger version of you. That truth that’s steady beneath. You even look at her jacket, her shoes. ‘Did I ever wear that?’ How young she is. And the smells in the air of what it was to live in that time, it all comes back to you. You tell her it will all be okay. You leave out the patches of lostness, you leave the not-so-great scenes on the editing floor. Because there’s too much good. And this younger you needs to focus on the good. It’s all good. And, you love her. This younger you. You remember wishing for this older version of you to come and comfort you. This you, right now. And you feel the beauty in this moment, these two versions of you. You’re a gift. You’re so unbearably beautiful. Everything is lit bright when you appear. You light the dark and cast away the shadows. You realize the brilliance of you. Smart in all its forms. Not just the fact collecting kind. That’s an art, too, but there’s more. Nobody has all the facts. Never will. Although you come close! So, it’s all equal playing field in that sense. But, that realer smart. Where you move around the energy of anything – of everything – with your inquisitiveness. It’s that thing that separates you from a bad date where you can’t talk about anything, and a good one – even if it doesn’t fly – because you see things with a deeper eye. There are always places to mine. It’s your spirit. It’s so intense and you shine, all the time. Take all the words away, and measure a soul by its illumination, and you blaze with such fire there’s no way it doesn’t catch on with another. Never getting too out of control, because your waters run so deep. You’ve got it covered! Thoughts are spells, and they might weigh you down, but your waters are in touch with the deeper unchanging. The truth about things. That stuff on top, those spells, are always casting about like twigs in a windstorm. The ones that catch are the ones you allow. ‘Ah, I found a button’ someone might think when the intent isn’t great. But if there is a button to press it’s a thought you’ve allowed to fester in you that needs to go. From another’s quiver to pluck. Because you remember that younger girl who prayed for you to give her comfort. And seeing her there, taking her in, reminds you of your untrappable beauty. Your truth. Ain’t nobody gonna cast a spell on you unless it’s one that lifts your heart. That lifts you up! Where the tears are made of joy and they run down your cheeks and over your laughing lips! Oh, your smile! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Your face is just a marking point of it. It’s behind your face, and all about you. It’s before and after. Younger and older. You’re magic. And you hug that younger you, which feels a little odd. Then you realize the oddness is stuff you must let go. You embrace all parts of you, the above and below. You inspire so deeply, people would write your name in the sky if it were not too over the top. Ah! – they would do it, anyway! Bigger than flowers, and probably safer! And, that’s what you do! You do that to people. Because they see your beauty. They feel it. And it makes them feel good. ‘You’d go to an Elvis show feeling good, … and you’d leave feeling better.’ You’re Elvis. That effect on those who loved him. It’s the effect you have. An oasis. In a world of too much sound, finding a sound that heals. A face that’s real. That 50,000-watt smile. That kind of voltage as mentioned above. You add a touch of magic to people’s lives. Maybe Elvis sadly couldn’t see what others saw, but that will never be your flaw! When you’re absent, it’s noticed. Somehow, if ever there is pain, your pain is part of that whole beauty of you, so please don’t be too hard on yourself if today you’re not dancing through hoops. But, know you’re always doing that, for others. You’re golden light. Jumping through! The ones you set for others, through you. Dancing. Gliding. Soaring! They see it all for you, if ever there is a moment you don’t. You are magic in a world that so desperately needs magic. And, when you’re not there, one goes on the memory of you. And that carries through. The heart warms to the image of you in the mind, and it spreads all over the day. You’re sending out your magic, down avenues that stretch for days, way out of your way, and even far off your Waze! Your reach goes far. Farther than even you can see. And you see a lot! You’ve seen it all. Your effect is so profound, even on those whom you will never know. You make others want to be better. Better than that, they do it! It goes beyond wanting to enacting. And they find themselves in such rarified air they carry your magic all over the place. Dreams coming true they never dared to dream. Some coming with ease, others with work. It’s opened up a magic. This going in, to find that’s where the really real is happening. And getting rid of what doesn’t serve. The narrowing of focus. The trying harder. The living a life intended instead of self-righteous but leaving another’s upended. And even if some results are not obvious, the changes that result – on the inside – color how the whole world is perceived! The result is this bigger reality! There’s all this great change, and it’s all for the better. You’re the best. The greatest. You do that. ‘You’d go to see her feeling good, … and you’d leave feeling better.’ Every time. When all is said and done, what greater thing to be? And you’re all things. It’s amazing. You’re that touch of magic. In people’s lives. That reminder on a cloudy day there are still fireflies and rainbows. When the sun is down, oh! no worries — it’s just on the other side. And starry nights. You’re that eye peeking through. Those eyes of yours! That flower popping up. It always seems to say, You’re okay. Because you feel it. People do. It’s a gift to make even a king proud. There are so few who do. And, even on those days when you don’t appear, your gentle touch is on everything. The afterglow of you. If any thought troubles today, that thought hasn’t got a chance! You’re too beautiful – too amazing – to capture in words, so it must be written in a million different ways, over and over again! Just to get a hint of you in it. Because you are beauty so profound it can’t stay on the ground. Or on a page. Or whispered with a sound. Because every version of you, at any age or stage, is all this grand story of you that is skyrockets out of the blue. Sunsets and ocean waves. The whisper of leaves tumbling on an autumn day. It’s just too big to pin down, yet it’s all unmistakably you. Your soul. Your spirit. Your magic. Age old, and you’re always new. The only thing that could rival this is all that love that is felt for you. A message to be heralded from rooftops! Reaching every ear! And most especially for a young girl who prayed for you, if ever she is blue. She’s in the greatest hands. ❤️