For those who are feeling sad. Your quiet love will see you through. No matter what is happening today. Today is just a day. You’ve seen so many of them. They’re cards shuffling when what’s important are your hands. There’s something deeper going on. Beyond the endless circling of days and nights. When you’re feeling lost and alone. Some dreams don’t pan out. And yet you’ve weathered great storms. The ones that cut you down like trees. A solid oak isn’t so solid when taken down by a breeze. But there’s something majestic when you view it fallen. What once touched heaven has taken to its rest in way that is solemn, when the ruin is viewed by others. Stretched to its end, it majestically lays in a seventy foot grave. What was once tall is long. And quiet has returned to the forest. Protected by the trees still standing, what was a home for birds at its top is now a place for other creatures. But the mightiness it commands is still present. Until it slowly returns to the soil that gave it life at all. And new saplings are born. You’re coming up new. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but there is magic in the air. Something new is brewing. And you’ll be there. There’s something beautiful about something mighty cut down. You’re smaller now, and you carry less about you. You’re as light as the air. And you don’t need to say a word. It’s sensed in you, and it makes you more attractive. And neither you nor the one viewing can put it into words. And yet it’s assuredly there. It’s that intangible thing of why you’re attracted to some, and not to some others. There’s this energy about you that draws them in, beyond words spoken. It’s like characters who were bonded in some long “War and Peace” novel, meeting in some new one after all of that has been forgotten. And he sees you and senses your magic and says, “I feel I’ve known you before.” But I don’t remember when or where. And yet there’s something about you that comes to the fore. And the feeling is good. It’s sensed. In you. That you’ve been through it all. And here you are standing today, quiet and unassuming. You’re growing! Filled with love. In a sea of dead wood, this new sapling growing tall. You’re a gift from God. Look at you lighting up! This lovely tree, this new version of you. Moistened by morning dew, this sun is rising through. Your star, it shines. You’re new. Today. Better than before, in no small part because of all you’ve endured. People sense it in you. You’ve got this wonderful light about you. Whomever you touch today, they’ll be better for it. People can sense your story without your saying a word. It’s in your essence. It’s in the air about you. And you are so greatly treasured. Even when you don’t feel it, know you are loved and adored. Merry Christmas to you. ❤️  

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And Happy Hanukkah. And Kwanza and Boxing Day, too! This birth of light. Today it is birthed in you! ❤️  *Thank you for a wonderful year. For those who have enjoyed, all posts will be in a free e-book in late January, in the “about” link. Happy New Year 2020! ❤️  

Merry Christmas! You’re wonderful and beautiful, and thank you for inspiring me! To be brave and ambitious. With no worries over whether it rises or falls. You deserve the very best in life, and to be loved from head to toe, every single day – if in heart and mind only. There’ll never be another you. And no one who can do the things you do. To me. Thank you for being you, endlessly.❤️