Surrogate for my own mother when we're in Vendsyssel.
Turns 85 today. ❤️🇩🇰
So special.
So pure.
So gentle.
So good.
It's all in the eyes.
You can see for yourself.
So fortunate I got her in my life.
And I've otherwise been fortunate with women - pretty much all the way through my life.
My wife.
My son's mother.
And her very special mother.
My sisters.
My many nieces.
My son's incomprehensibly beautiful girlfriend.
And my own very special mother, whose singing voice and heart have followed me through every single day of my life.
Money is nice.
But in the understanding of what wealth is - nothing measures up to a life surrounded by beautiful women.
And no amount of money attracts them.
It's solely the Heart's turning - what I write about daily, regarding that thing with faith and that Jesus business - that creates a frequency they delight in being in, which allows them to unfold in their full and true form. In trust of being seen, met, grasped and - if necessary - defended and protected.
Be the Man.
Who values the Woman.
And her full, free, untamed, Luminous Being and Essence.
Just the Heart.
Report through what it calls for.
Especially in this time - where she is once again attempted reduced to being an object, a resource, a property or… a man. 😉
Happy Saturday evening, friends ☀️❤️
