You know you are beautiful. Right? You must because it shines so warm and clear.
If you have forgotten I will remind you.
It’s okay to forget, we all do, just know how important it is to remember.
You are beautiful.
I’m not talking about beauty in a fashion magazine way or hip celebrity way. I’m not talking about the born pretty way of beauty.
These are wonderful and you may possess them.
What I see in you is different.
The true beauty that you are, the sacred beauty you hold, draws me in and keeps me engaged. It opens me to the vast mystery of the divine unfolding rightness of life.
This is your beauty.
It is how you let yourself love what you love.
How you take care of what needs caring.
It is how you let yourself ride the waves of disappointment when things don’t work out.
How you sink into loss you feel might just forever break you, but you slowly allow love buoy you, save you, pull you more wholly (and holy) into yourself.
Even when you don’t your beauty doesn’t fade.
When you resist what you love because it seems too much.
When you ignore what needs your care because you are tired or hurt or don’t have the care to give.
When the loss of what was dear overwhelms you and you block love because to fully feel it would shatter you so completely you think you wouldn’t survive, so feeling broken feels safer.
Here you are beautiful too.
As you are. Walking your journey though life.
You see, being beautiful has no requirements. You came into the world with it, you will leave with it. It is the Universe singing though you with every breathe your lungs push out into the world.
You have no choice but to be an expression of the mystical choir of devotion that allows the world to dance.
Your part is to be who you are. In this moment. Only be who you are.
Beautiful.
Alive.
