"What if every wrinkle, scar, or gray hair only made you more beautiful? What if every tear you've shed, mistake you've made, and challenge you've faced, only drew you closer to the light? And what if, for every breath you've taken, every sentence you've spoken, and every path you've chosen, your fans in the unseen multiplied?
"Well, I'd say it's about time you found out.
"Be proud, we are—"
The Universe, as channeled by Tut and sent to my inbox this morning.
The photo is just an old snap I found that I didn't sufficiently appreciate before. Maybe I like it now as a portrait of our old car, which served us so faithfully from grade school across town to college five hours upstate. The car was donated and towed away to a children's charity last week. This picture was taken when my son, newly a college graduate, was trying to fit four years of possessions into and on top of our old Jeep, which was already filled to the brim with his sister's things. She had just completed her freshman year in the same town, and my son was indignant that she'd left no space for his stuff. He and his dad eventually decided to drive back up to Ithaca the following weekend, a men's road trip, to get the rest of his accouterments.
What does any of this have to do with Tut's Notes from the Universe? Nothing. Everything. It's all connected. We're all connected.
And I think you're beautiful.