Virgins

My daughter had a friend spend the night last night and they camped out in the studio outside.  Nestled in the woods in their sacred cabin I found them, still sleeping at high noon, even with sunlight beaming down on their faces:  two 14 year old sleeping virgins (I think).  Precious, radiant, special, delicate and innocent to their nature. Their heads are probably filled with insecurities and typical angst. But I was able to see them in their rare and temporary state. We are all virgins to seeing ourselves for who we really are. Do we surround ourselves with mirrors who reflect our lower selves?  Who in your life reflects to you that which is beautiful, sublime, rare? How do we love ourselves from that high place?