The Magic of You

You used to call me Little Baby Rainbow and asked for your name to be Violet instead of Stephanie.

At first glance almost 4-year old you didn’t necessarily like the idea of having a baby sister. You may have asked Mom to stop with all of the feeding business and return me the hospital as soon as possible. She didn’t and you grew out of that phase pretty quickly.

We have been best friends ever since.

There is a magic in the air whenever you are present. It is tangible yet translucent and I am lucky enough to have known about this magic for my entire life. The essence of you.

Your home is your haven. A retreat from the world and a safe place for you to be yourself.

A gift that I’m not sure you know about is how your home is also a safe place for anyone else to be themselves, too.

Dreamer of big dreams and a gift for feeling things deeply, you have always felt more than others. Subtle energies aren’t so subtle for you. Bombarded by the busyness of the world and disinterested in partaking in its chaos, you have turned your home into a retreat center of sorts. One with red barns and gorgeous horses out grazing in the field. There is a guest house in the works and adorable vintage campers in the back yard. And a treehouse sits high in the trees with a giant net up in the leaves.

A forest of dreams.

Your house is welcoming to all of us, big or small. There are candles and comfy couches, a fireplace and furry critters and plenty of snuggly blankets. The living room is covered in plants and art. Your shelves hold beautiful books, photos of our family, a few crystals and some fun eccentric lights. An offering of sweet and spicy tea with a little bit of honey as you cozy up next to me and we talk by the window.

Beauty is everywhere. And the beauty is you.

You and Johnny host parties in the forest on the back of your land. A celebration of the wild things and the wild ones emerge covered in costumes and their own creations. A festival of life with lights and dancing. From what I’ve been told, the music is beyond anything I have ever heard on the radio. Tribal and enchanting and other worldly.

Magic happens in the music.

The things you love, you love wholeheartedly. You don’t hold back from showing those lucky enough to be close to you, just how much you adore us. Your heart is truer than true and the dearest friend one could find.

We spoke last week about your art. Inspiration hadn’t been knocking at your door lately as you have been busy working on other things. But your heart keeps calling for artistic expression especially in the form of wearable creations and it isn’t backing off. It is asking to come out. It wants to be seen and shared and quite honestly, the world really needs it.

Your art.

Your heart.

I am so excited to see how it all unfolds….

The coats you create are enchanting. Plush and expressive and so divinely unique. It is as if you channel just the perfect match for each person you have made one for. Mine is white and grey with a giant hood and fuzzy sleeves. Slipping into it I feel ALIVE.

New dance moves appeared as I twirled around your kitchen the first time I tried it on. I was leaving for Montana and you had stayed up for the entire night working on my coat from start to finish. You wanted me to have it for my trip back and sleep wasn’t nearly as important. Delighted and feeling so loved, I wore it the entire way home. And as I walked through the airport heads kept on turning. I felt like a million bucks and everyone looked to see the magic as I strutted past.