I want to say hi to Jody. How are you? Happy Sunday. Hey, happy Sunday.
How are you? What's the one thing you're grateful for today, Jody? I am grateful for this beautiful intercoastal waterway that I'm sitting on and working today on. Well, you know what? I had a poem, not necessarily that I wrote it specifically for DJ, but it was inspired in Ant's space. I'm not sure if you were there, DJ.
When Ant asked us to define what beauty meant to us, were you there? Define what was it? Our definition of beauty. Oh, no, I missed that. That's a shame.
Oh, okay. So I titled this, I think I might have posted it, My Definition of Beauty. Your heart speaks louder than your appearance.
Real beauty radiates from within, through kindness, compassion, and how you make others feel. It's in your warmth, your smile, the depth of your character. Beauty is found in the courage to be vulnerable, the strength to show empathy, and the grace with which you navigate life's challenges.
True beauty transcends time, age, and physical form. It never fades.
Instead, it deepens and becomes more profound as you continue to grow. Happy birthday, DJ. That was gorgeous.
Thank you, Sheila. Wow. Look at all the love.
You are being praised. I'm not even going to do this self-reflection. We should just change it to DJ's special day.
I really can't take it. I'm, like, seriously overwhelmed. I'm just, like, jeez.
You guys are truly amazing people, and it really warms my heart. Thank you very much. I'd love to read a poem, too, if I can.
Absolutely. Was it Where Your Garden Grows, Jocelyn? No, that's a band in Buffalo that if we were playing music before the space started, you maybe could have played that. Maybe I'll post it in the bubble.
It's a really cool tune. I'll post it. No, I don't know DJ very well.
I just met you a few spaces ago. I think I've probably seen you in other spaces, too. But I want to wish you a happy birthday.
And I wrote this poem actually in 2017, but it's kind of like your birthday came out from another birthday that was yesterday. So this kind of goes along with it. It's titled Magical Poem.
If I could write a magical poem that creates a dimensional quotient, this paradigm riddle would unfold, stories now untold. And out from behind these words, a new poem would emerge. Gentle as a trickling stream, revealed revelation of a dream.
The questions would all disappear as the shifting rhythm would replace, deface, disembrace the unknowns. Moving, recreating, embracing this realm like a magnificent kiss, which arrives unexpectedly out from the diamond white void. Manifesting itself imbibed with love, expressing itself as beauty and freedom, revealing life's true miracle apparition.
Happy birthday, DJ. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Why did you finish your thoughts? Sorry.
