I spent my 42nd birthday in the forest beauty-bathing with these dear ones, enjoying homemade sublime and heartwarming pizza and apple tarts made with so much love and beautifully gifted mocha sinlicious cake full of so much love. One of these women reminds me always of the precious brevity. She dropped in for a year to grace here and me before she is called again to the wide open trails. We’ve made a rich treasure of these moments of long seconds. Another one of these women refused to listen to me, in a hard time, call myself a mess. It was one moment. I’ve never felt so loved by someone’s anger so I’ll never forget it. She’s the wildest tenderest soul who holds the nuances of mine. Another one of these women is the most loving reminder that in any moment we can enchant our world. She so very often enchants mine with her wisdom of childlikeness. I could say a million other things about each of these women. And I could say they all hold all this beauty. It would come down to this. It always does. The simplest truth. I love you. I am so happy you are here.