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Hey Pretty Girl,
IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!
Exactly 20 years ago today, I gave birth to a vision of loveliness.
You are truly rare, exquisite and beautiful. You are a living masterpiece, a breathing work of art.
Your free-thinking mind is extraordinary. Your love runs deep. Your sense of humor is quick-witted and amusing. Your wisdom is stellar. Your creativity is extravagant. Your style is elegant. Your determination is unrelenting. Your stick-to-itiveness is astounding. Your character is splendid. Your smile is brilliant. Your laughter is jubilant. Your face is dreamy. Your energy is enchanting.
I am overjoyed that you are my daughter, my friend, my road kitten, my ride or die, the other pea in the pod, the other frozen popsicle on the double stick, my fraternal twin… (Laughing). We are forever the Dynamic Duo!!
On this day, you officially graduate from teen-hood. But, it was your first nineteen years, with all the ups, downs, turnabouts and moving arounds, that taught you what no amount of schooling could. It also gave you strengths undreamed of.
“There is no tomorrow!” (Smile) Your time is now and it is fantastic!
You are ready. The world is waiting.
Release the Kraken! Better yet, Release the Magic!
HAPPY TWENTIETH JUSTICE REIGN!! I LOVE YOU!!!
Continue to Live Magically,
If we are born of God, Source, Universe, Consciousness or whatever esteemed name you fancy, then we must be an exact replica of the Original enveloping all of what that One Entity constitutes, right?
Do you have any idea the qualities that shape God? Qualities that you’ve actually encountered firsthand and not what you’ve read or heard?
For me, the One Entity, who existed before time and space, is exquisitely beautiful, marvelously magical, profoundly loving, perfectly healthy, perpetually giving, extraordinarily happy, otherworldly creative, inconceivably intelligent, mind-blowingly strong, uncommonly wealthy, remarkably valiant, supremely spontaneous, awesomely adventurous, and wondrously safe and secure. Consequently, I must be all of these things too. After all, we are equal.
And, as I sit and contemplate my complete being—spirit, soul and body, I place extra attention on my spirit which only exists as perfection. The more I acknowledge my spirit, the more access I give it to heal my body, to perform miracles, to be happy, to live magically and to be all of those qualities I deem of God.
So, when will you spend time honoring and celebrating your spirit? It is patiently and lovingly waiting for your “hello.”
The best part of me made known a love ballad unsung. It opened deep reservoirs and carried me to an abysm where air was inessential to my lungs.
The best part of me stretched me from the core to escape my warm embrace. It left behind a closed door to enter the earthen race.
Complex personalities both good and bad mirrored my invisibilities, traits that I never knew I had.
The best part of me engrafts total acceptance, and forgiveness. It, too, delivers aliveness and openness.
And here I am thinking that I gave life and incessantly give my everything. But in reality, the best part of me gave me life and brings to me life’s truest meaning.
Dedicated to my crumb snatchers, Nicholas Reay and Justice Reign.
Everyone has an interpretation of the twin flame, soulmate, and the yin-yang phenomenon. Some say that everyone has soulmates but a select few have a twin flame.
Why would a just God discriminate?
I believe that every living being has a twin flame, a distinguished soul who was exclusively tailor-made for him or her.
The Universe is exacting, extraordinarily generous and seems to favor the numeral two which, incidentally, symbolizes unity and peace.
Over and over again, we fall in love and in lust while mistaking one another for our divinely ordained counterpart. Then, before long, we are waist deep in muddy waters. But grace is planted nearby on the bank of the swamp. Her branches are outstretched and strong, never withering or tiring.
If you have not encountered your mirrored image, it is okay because your reflection is somewhere looking for you too. And when you finally see your other self, with closed eyes and an opened heart, it will be an otherworldly chance meeting that’ll last forever.
Twin flames are heaven’s way of saying, “Thank you.” Age is of no consequence. This gift will make its presence known.
Hold out for love. Hang on for peace.
I think that the core of humanity is benevolent and optimistic. These character traits can sometimes fog good judgement and coerce us to linger in a situation and indulge certain individuals for far too long.
How many times have we remained in a place or space secretly longing for change? We pray. We hope. We endure. We cry. We sacrifice. We neglect our true nature, our pockets, our feelings, our bodies and our time.
We’re acutely determined to usher in a more pleasing experience—genuine love, peace, respect, wholeness, happiness and simply to be a priority.
Wake up! Waiting is the act of being focused on a future that does not exist. Holding on to fancies is a cunning trick and an injustice.
How many years have gone by and we’re still at the same juncture? Besides our age, what has changed?
When will we start being kind to ourselves and making ourselves a priority?
No more wishing on a star.
The way that I see it, I am the one to now rewrite the script, appoint the cast and direct the play titled, “The Life of Coley.” In this way, I am guaranteed my outcome.
Are you gutsy enough to do the same?
I’m such a lucky girl to have had three unbelievably incredible dads to enter my life.
Daddy, my birth father, was the first. His gift to me was brightening my everyday with a riddle. His humor and boisterous laughter was my sunshine. Daddy was the first to go.
Granddaddy, my maternal grandfather, was the second to join the posse. His gift to me was always being there. His quiet love and support spoke volumes. His presence was my angel in disquise. Granddaddy was the second to go.
Pop was the third and last to enter my life. His gift to me was listening with care and attentiveness and responding with amazing analysis and forethought. His mind was my saving grace. He is presently at the “end of life” stage. Pop will be the last to go. [Update: Pop turned 88 on Nov 11 and passed away on Dec 3, 2018]
True gifts aren’t monetary, they are the intangibles, immortal even. Supreme gifts are impactful and incite change. And oftentimes, the gifter isn’t even aware of the power and outpouring of love that escapes him.
So, the next time you want to bestow the perfect gift, just be yourself!