Lay naked with yourself in a bed of fresh sheets on Saturday morning.
Be bare and proud and vulnerable.
Blush and peek through your fingers to note how the beams of light hit your stomach.
Love yourself instead of seeking it in others.
Whisper to your thighs with affection.
Compare them to a vast landscape with streams and stories so they can begin to understand just how captivating they are.
Artists dream of doing them justice.
People travel for miles to take them in.
Recite forgotten love notes to your hips.
Let them know that deep down you’re sorry for how everything turned out.
Convey your yearn for a less complicated affinity.
Remember that letting go doesn’t mean you’re weak.
Explore every dip and crevice; each curve, speck and scar.
Give an individual apology to every aspect of your being you’ve hurt along the way.
Remind yourself of your substance and core.
Teach your body to feel like home…❤️🙏
Beatriz Esmer 
Bia, You by now that I adore both you and your work.
Drawings, Paintings and Poetry. All touch the very core of my being. I’m sure I speak for many.
I will turn 80 next month. I applaud your philosophy of live most assuredly everything
Your delicate hands have produced. Your paintings, drawings. and incredible poetry mesh as one. Noted art educator Victor Lowenfeld would call this a unified Gastalt. Wassily Kandinsky would have adored your spiritualism
all of you work conveys. I’ve seen very people with the resolve and overall strength you possess.
Great to hear from you this morning my dear friend. Stay safe . You and your amazing family have an amazing weekend. Take care Bia.
Thank you very much!