I know, dear Daisy.

And I know that everyone has the same spark, the same abilities, the same connection to the whole...we just don't always believe it, acknowledge it, use it.

I've searched for ways to lift people, without 'appearing' to do so. Sort of the warm humorous approach, with ideas that anyone would go for, knowing that they will catch on, when they are ready.

That can be slow going, especially when all a person has ever heard about themselves is negatives. Or, nice stuff, but just not to the point.

It's kind of living two lives, the inner and the outer, and you know what I mean, I'm sure.

I told you about Barbara, above, because she figured out a method of communication that not only works but lifts people. Reading her pages, following her train of thought, watching her work with people, brought tears to my eyes, tough ol' bird that I am. What she does is so easy, so simple, and so powerful. That is her gift, and she shares it freely with everyone.

She, too, dislikes the term 'magic' which is what she appears to do, though all she does is help people to recognize their inner gifts, and get them out doing it.

You, Daisy, and Lapis, touched my inner person. You've both recognized your own purposes and skills and loves. Recognition is so very important. Then one can go forward.

I knew I was on the right path, and was glad of it. But no one has said it to me before you.

I've been complimented as 'smart', and 'able to summarize the real point' of a discussion, etc. But that wasn't the recognition I needed...the breath-taking acknowledgement that I'm okay and on the right path. Few people in this world get confirmation that they are valuable. That's why I never hesitate to assume that people are good, even though I might not follow their way. We are all that close to getting it right.

I'd like to tell you a story...

...A gal in England was trying to discover her 'inner child'. She was already an accomplished writer, community worker, and musician (though she is nearly deaf).

Barbara suggests that everyone knows, with absolute certainty, what they love (and are, therefore, good at) and were born to do, at age five.

The English lady told of walking into the meadow at the bottom of the garden, holding her little brother by the hand. When he was off playing, she loved to sit in the shade of a big tree and contemplate the brook nearby.

I wondered to myself what it was about that brook that fascinated her. The fish? Traveling far away? Engineering a bridge?

I asked, "What does the word 'naturalist' mean to you?"

"Oh, my God!" was her reply. "It was the TREE!" The tree was safety, repose, comfort. She had found her touchstone.

Turns out she had been helping restore green areas in her community, for years.

For me it was fairies, the world of the tiny. I spent hours building fairy landscapes...miniature hills and trees where fairies just might come to live.

Later someone put a name to it, 'community'. Yup, that's me.

These are the moments that move me. This is what I was born to do...find the words that touch spirit. I can't not do it.

So, I have these...uh...piles of paper, boxes and boxes of used paper. Research, writings. I find stuff that looks important, and I print it out, refer to it, save it, pile it...and move it. ('Exercise', right?)

I adjust my words. How can I say things in a way that reaches the reader, the listener?

I've become so unhappy with what little I know about the publishing industry, that I developed a simple self-publishing system for everyone. But I haven't proven it, yet, mostly because it 'could' run away with people/be too successful. People may not be able to keep up with the demand. The value of the system could be lost in disappointed customers.

I know, I know. Eistein said that we can't know the end result of our actions, and that the only sin is in doing nothing.

I'm working on it...and on other projects.

You heard me 'figuring it out', and you understood. I will never forget.

I greet you, my teachers.

Bless you.