Like steel, your firm planting allows my soul to rest.

The warmth of your heart is reflected in every ounce of light … beaming into my center, my love, healing my hurts.

The beauty of your simple crookedness allows me to know, without doubt, there is beauty in my crooked places too.

I am eternally grateful for you.

Your treasures are not hidden, nor can they ever be marred, for every use, every gifting, only increases the portions which give you value … Loving, Bright Value.

Even in your plain state it shows that no other could potentially replace you ~ the calm of a winter storm, the freshness of a slow wind, the ‘fire’ of a warm sun, and twinkling flow like a glistening river.

Thank you for warming my heart.

Thank you for being kind.