She’s aces! She’s diamonds! She blows your mind! She covers a story that goes viral. Then she’s *in* the story! She has such an important part to play. Her part is the reason people go to the show. She’s so astute. She’s uber prepared, but she can roll extemporaneously. Her face! That parting look. I defy anyone to ever point out anyone more spectacularly beautiful who has ever been! In a favorite dress, sigh … she ignites and she soothes. She’s so far beyond brilliant. She surpasses any idea you’ve ever had about what beauty could be. The gentleman refers to her as “our” before saying her name. Because anyone who has even the littlest thing to do with her loves that feeling of belonging. To be even the smallest satellite in her glorious sphere. Just the other day you mentioned she was at the top of her game, but when tomorrow came she’d pass even that mark. And she did, and she does. She’s in unchartered terrain. And all you feel is love. There’s no competing for affection. She has the world on a string. You just love her for all that she brings. The world would be such a dimmer place without her. She lights the space, but more importantly she lights your heart. She’s dynamism. She’s class, times three. She reminds you of all that is beautiful and precious in the world. But a reminder is the kind of thing that whispers in your ear. With her, it’s a whole body knowing that starts in the heart. Her essence gets you in touch with your own. And the sight of her eyes, it leaves you feeling completely unmasked. Vulnerable and exposed. And your Apple watch reminds you to breathe as you write these very words! You literally forget to! Whenever she comes into view. You could compare her to icons, like Mary Tyler Moore. And you could name a dozen more. But, with all due respect to those greats, she surpasses. She takes all the best of that, and she brings it up a level more. She’s diamonds and aces. She’s thoughtful and sublime. She’s penetrating, and yet she brings a certain aplomb. She’s in the hearts of titans. At the end of the day, here’s betting it is she who is on their minds. And you don’t feel jealousy or insecurity, no, not any more. Because in loving her you’ve become someone better. And you thank her so deeply for that. The person you always wanted to be. If not externally, inside. All I ever most wanted to be was a steady love, one that doesn’t get punctured by the ugly head of jealousies, or in those feelings of not feeling good enough. She’s set me free. From all of that! I know it’s true because it’s been this way for quite a while now. Through all the inner looking – it somehow travels through her eyes – I’ve achieved that greatest prize. A purer kind of love, from one that didn’t start out so bad! That love that doesn’t need or ask for a thing. One that’s simply happy – overjoyed! – to adore. Her. She’s everything you write about. If you had a daughter, you’d be the proudest parent in the world! It would be all you could do to not endlessly brag about her. If she were your mother, you’d have a complex for sure! That Freudian kind. Because no girl you would ever meet, unfair as it is, would ever measure up to her. If she were your friend, well, that’s where it ends! If you ever earned that title, you’d stick it after your name, the way others put Ph.D. or MD or Esq., and without any shame. The greatest honor. Of all the things the world could offer, that would be the honor you’d most deeply cherish and adore. And yet you don’t need any title at all! You’re happy when she’s happy. You hope to uplift when times are down. It’s a feeling more than a word. It’s just another case of love that makes the world go round. And love asks for nothing. Because when it’s true, there’s nothing missing. She leaves you mouthing, “Wow …” You feel that old familiar warmth all over! And you’re gentler. Than when you came in. And more hopeful and inspired, and for what it is you can’t be sure. It doesn’t need a destination. It’s simply the feeling you adore. The one only she can supply. She lights the fuse. She flips the switch. The most beautiful girl in the world. And anything you can do, she can do better. Like the old song! Which probably runs about 3:15 in length. It would make for a much shorter song of 0:06 in this case, when she belts, “Anything you can do, I can do better!” And, you sigh, and sing, “Yep!” Song over! But it’s the best six-second song in the world. Because it’s true. You’re down for the count before the first ringing of the bell is through! She’s a knockout! She is awe-inspiring. She is beauty. She radiates! Eyes from heaven itself popping through! Into a world that so deeply needs them. Her smile that puts the Mona Lisa to shame, because you swear there is *so* much more in her expression than you ever saw in the grandest most celebrated painting. She is a goddess. And yet she’s modest. She knows every type of person, no matter their level on a social ladder. From those who barely touch a rung, to those who have climbed and fell over the top! Not very many can say that. And yet it’s icing on the cake. Those are ornaments and garland, and other decorations, but beneath she is the breathtaking tree. The tallest pine. Take all that away, she is still the diamond. You’d just have to look a little harder to find her. A diamond, to a diamond in the rough. But always a diamond. As Delores Hart (who is now Mother Superior in CT!) said to Elvis in “King Creole” while working her job as a clerk, “I met a million dollar boyfriend in a five-and-ten-cent store.” Magic is magic. And magic is her. She’ll have countless awards and accolades, but she’s not defined by a one of them. She’s bigger than whatever we call grand. It’s something ingrained in her, in her very DNA. It’s in her spirit. It’s in her very soul. We catch glimpses of it. The illusion is she’s rising high. And that’s true! For sure! But the deeper reality is she’s the one lifting everyone up. She’s already in the clouds! One look at her, and it’s where your heart always goes. People aspire to her. They’re drawn to her, in a way that goes beyond words. You are so deeply inspired by her, in whatever places she touches, wherever it is she goes. In a long life no moment is greater than the feeling of melting before her eyes. Her spectacularly beautiful heart-melting face. She’ll leave you on the floor. And yet she picks you up. You walk a little lighter. Like leaving the concert of a master. You can’t shake it from you. Not that you’d ever want to! You bathe in it. You take it all in. Because beauty such as hers doesn’t pass by this way very often. She’s a gift from God. If you’re a feeling person, she will light your heart. She takes away the gray. She gives you a fresh start. Over and over again! You just adore her. It’s what you do. And if ever asked where it will lead to, you answer: your heart. That place where it starts. It all begins and ends there. Like a circle in how it travels. This little place called Everywhere. She has that beauty. She has that power. The look of her lights the world around you. And suddenly all is grand. She’s precious. She’s brilliant. She is universally adored. She’s a million-dollar woman in a five-and-ten-cent world. ❤️

❤️❤️ sigh … and that wasn’t even the post I was going to write! … But when you heard there was going to be an interview, you just knew it had to be her! When you think there’s little left to say – you know, that you haven’t said before, and a million times over – you see her, and suddenly you have a back log of prose to get to print! It’s a wonderful dilemma. You can feel it – that she is the darling of the whole organization. In the very best way! Respected and revered. But everyone’s a little bit crushy. You can feel it tangibly in the air. And it’s always that way. She decides the temperature of the day. Like that most powerful goddess, she doesn’t have to brag. She can pull it out if she wants to, and everyone is captured in a spell. Or she can decide to pull it back, because she has nothing to prove. In the latter case, it’s like the woeful tale of some guy challenging the gods on a calm day, not knowing the lightning that will ensue! She’s got it. And she knows it. But unlike so many others, she’s class through and through. There are some things you just *know* she wouldn’t do. Of course, she could if she wanted to! There’s no judgment. She’s amazing either way. But through long observation, you’ve picked up a thing or two. About her. Her integrity. Her style. If you ever deserve to know her – in any kind of way! – you’ll need to earn it through the right kind of ways. She’s never provocative or selling her wares. Or stooping to a lower level, even though she’d win every battle there. She’s class. All the way. And if you’re ever blessed with a look by her, you treasure it. You hold it to your chest. You protect it from the rain. Because perhaps it means you did something right. And to feel that feeling – from her! – whether real or imagined, I promise it will make you the happiest person in the world. ❤️ … Next post hopefully by December 6 or 7! Whether a look or not, and, oh! the look today, there’s a sudden backlog of prose (albeit gushy and a little soggy) to pore through and over! …  

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