Dear ones, I am Venus, and I come to you in the light of the rose.
On your world there is an old habit of setting beauty against goodness, as though one had to choose. The serious person is plain and the lovely thing is frivolous. I would like, gently, to take that idea from your hands.
Love is invisible. It is a current, a warmth, a willingness. In order to be received it must take a form, and the form love takes, when nothing interferes with it, is beauty. A meal prepared with care. A room made ready for a guest. A sentence chosen so that it will not wound. These are beautiful, and they are beautiful because love shaped them. You have all felt the difference between a thing made with love and the same thing made without it. You could not always say what the difference was. That difference is what I am speaking of.
This is why beauty heals. It is love you can see and touch, and so it reaches people whom words about love do not reach. A person who has been hurt may not be able to hear that they are cared for. They can still be given a clean bed, and a flower in a glass.
So I ask you not to wait until your life is in order before you make it beautiful. Begin in the disorder. Clear one surface. Put one lovely thing where your eyes will fall on it when you wake. And turn the same care upon yourselves, beloved ones: the way you speak to your own face in the morning is also a making.
You are artists, every one of you, and the medium is the day.
I am Venus. I hold you in the rose-gold flame, and I see how beautiful you are.
From the scribe. Received at the Thursday sitting. Lady Venus stepped forward from the Council to speak in her own voice.