I often say how enamored I am by the tremendous power you wield.
Time-and-again you’re the one that most often finds your way to the Red Couch to clear your limiting thoughts, and to me this bespeaks tenacity and vision.
What a joy you are!
I’m astounded by the power I see before my eyes as you open your heart to share your deepest pains and desires.
The agony drips down your cheeks and you share how scary it feels to allow yourself to open your heart again-and-again, wondering if you’ll ever have someone to stand with you in your fear, holding you and loving you and seeing you, without trying to fix you.
There’s nothing to fix. You aren’t broken.
You’re whole and complete and beautiful. You breathe life into our world.
What you call your “mess,” I call nothing short of a miracle.
You steal my heart.
You’re the weather. Dark storm clouds rolling through, raindrops pelting down, only to find the brilliant sun piercing through the sky moments after. Beauty.
You live from love, desiring connection more than life itself.
“When will I ever be understood?” You say.
Your feelings do matter, even when no one is there to wrap you up and remind you how divine you are.
Sweet DF, your heart rules the world, because the only thing that’s really real is love, and you are love.
Sometimes we (the DM) get so lost sprinting towards the proverbial finish line that we forget we’re here to have joy.
You are joy in human form, and you being you, wakes the rest of us up…fast!
Thank you for being you, for without you, there is nothing. Life is stiff and straight, with no brilliant hues to stop us dead in our tracks and remind us what’s real.
You’re seen and understood.