Do you know her?

Do you know her?

I’m the person that has the rare privilege of knowing Tiffany Ann Rose better than most, on this lovely planet, and what a gift she is.

I’m the person that watches her do kitchen magic as she prepares love-infused food for those with hearts that ache with loss and grief.

I’m the one that hears all about the nights she lays awake sending healing energy to those that are in pain.

I’m the one that knows her deepest fears and insecurities, and no matter how afraid she feels she still shares her message without faltering.

I’m the one that understands how much physical pain she’s endured and gets up and does whatever needs to be done anyway (without complaining, I might add).

I’m the one that knows how deeply the words spoken by her teacher, “no wonder your dad left, you’re such a bad little girl,” cut into her tender 6 year old heart.

I’m the one that understands how the standing ovation she got for a song she wrote and played for the whole school at age 10 still stands as one of the highlights of her life.

I’m the one that knows what she felt as a 14 year old being chased and beaten up by a group of girls from church.

I’m the one that understands how sweet her heart is and the vastness of her love.

I’m the one that wakes to her dulcet voice and luscious touch every morning.

I’m the one with her undying support and endless encouragement to be true to myself even if it means going from Suzi to Jack…my God, where did this woman come from??!

I’m the one totally and completely smitten and captive to her elegance and beauty, and proud to say it.

And I’m the one that wishes for you, to have all your heart yearns for, including someone one as magnificent as Tiffany.

Love,

Jack

P.S. And I know with certainty that a joy-filled life is for you too, no doubt about it.

I cherish you…

I cherish you…

Dear DF,

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 matter.

You’re seen and understood.

Be you!

Love,

Jack