You have been through a lot. So much you can hardly recall. You have experienced many revisions of yourself. As the revisions color over top of one another, you have become quite beautiful. In the making of woman, you have become gifted and full of treasure. You are her now.
You have walked to where you are supposed to be. Many good miles in your shoes. Paths, trails and routes under your belt, and in these shoes. But your feet don’t hurt. You are pleasantly quenched and the light unto your path warms and directs you as you walk. The magic of your condition and of this course is that you seem both to attract and seek out souls to cross paths with. Beauty doesn’t walk alone and treasures are worthless unless shared.
You are her now. You hold treasures in your trinkets that are hidden in your colorful character. You have gifts tucked away in the layers of the fabric of your life. You see into the lives of the souls put before you. You pass messages of encouragement and share bits of your journey in the right proportion. You breathe life into what otherwise may have been dead. The depth of your exchange resonates deep and wide. For the good of others.
You could have chosen to keep your beauty to yourself or close the box that holds your remarkable worth. You could have. But then you would cease to be her. You would slowly lose your luster. Your layers would become limp, faded and unattractive. You would find yourself selectively remembering the should haves, was nots and wishes for different. Sadly, you may even find yourself alone on an island. Loneliness lends itself to thirst and exhaustion, and depression. This is no place for a woman of your quality. No place for a woman who has walked good miles in her shoes. No place for her.
You are made of long lasting fabric. The kind that holds up over space and time. The kind that warms souls and quenches thirsty hearts. The kind that transforms itself by loving, giving and growing. She has so much to offer. Explode into her. She has become you.