How incredibly you journeyed to this planet, My now beautiful sons and daughters yet to be. Above all, my children, may you honor yourselves as the stars honor the moonlight. And more, may you radiate and play with golden moonbeams that reverberate around and within us. I bequeath to you the loveliness of my garden. And in the morning mist, while sun is yet a shadow, may you walk gleefully barefoot, And shiver in the tenderness with the tiniest flowers boldly dancing in dewdrops. So too, my children, may you know as I know, the trees and hills as brothers and sisters. May you listen for their secrets as fairies do, hearing their ancient thoughts, speaking in an eloquent language that has no words. Rest then easy and free, yet bond your strength to the roots, the soil and the rocks With muscles that know hardness, and a body which honors the work of the land as most profound pleasure. I wish for you many adventures, many challenges. May you dare to do what you fear within yourself. for what you know within will bring you the most profound learning of that which resonates everywhere outside of you. Much gratitude I have for the great love, teachings and challenges you have brought to me. I have become so happy from all the gifts you so freely gave. Let it be so.