In the Dreaming, we have a saying: What goes up must go up.” It may come down eventually, but for now, it is among the treetops, or the sky, or the stars. And it is what it is.

This is what makes it—whatever it is—precious: That it is there, and it is there for you, whoever you are, whatever you are, wherever you are. Not that the tree, the star, or the sky may fall tomorrow and everything we ever were will be obliterated. No, they don’t mind at all.

Love for what it is today. Love for who you are now.
And if you can’t for whatever reason: Let someone else do it for you.

You are worthy of love, dear one.

You always have been.