You are so special. Please receive this now: You are so very, very special. Without you, we would not be this world, we would be something different. You contribute a very particular, very unique thread to the fabric of being-ness. Without you, we would not be this fabric, we would be another. Please be you. Please, I beg of you, be who you are. This helps more than you know.

You are so beautiful. Please receive this now: You are so very, very beautiful. You have a particular soul shine that we need now at this time. There is something so sacred to your beauty. You have the ability to shift the energies of the room, to light up a loved one’s life, to make their fears and negativities seem more manageable, more tolerable…and sometimes you even make them vanish completely! Your smile makes someone’s day. Your touch, your smell, your mere presence makes someone’s life. Your laughter makes someone forget everything else but this moment, and what gift is more precious than that? Please know how beautiful you are. Do not hide behind false modesty, or the limitations of human standards. Please, be in your beauty. This helps more than you know.

You are so perfect. Please receive this now: You are so very, very perfect. All these so-called flaws and seeming failures are like Big Foot and the Loch-ness monster ~ they do not exist! They are imaginings of the fictitious, structured, boxed-in world we humans have created. Show us all how to break free! You are perfect! You can sing and dance, and falter and fall and all is perfect for your soul’s highest good. Your every breath is perfect. Your every step is perfect. Release the ego’s need to judge in black/white, good/bad. Release the human story of success or failure, heaven or hell, saint or sinner. Sing the song of you ~ I need to hear all the notes. I need to hear every pause, every syncopation, every crescendo, and every decrescendo. Please, know your life is so perfect. This helps more than you know.

Please, please, please know who you are. Be strong in this. Be resolute in this. For in the web of life, I am a thread close by that is about to break from the heaviness of this human journey. I am frayed and weary. I can barely hold on. You don’t know me, or perhaps you do. You may never know me. But it is your strength that is holding me in place and reminding me that I, too, can awaken to the perfection, beauty and special-ness of who I am. I need you to show me the way. Please, please, know who you are. If you remember often enough, perhaps I will too.