I recently found a piece I wrote, about an incident that happened many many years ago.
I'm glad I wrote it down because my body reacted recently and it confused me.
The body remembers what the mind forgets.
I am not mincing words- it was a horrific experience.
I know that I'm not alone, I'm one of millions of people that have had similar experiences and it really normalizes the human experiences, unfortunately.
Meaning...I can see pieces of myself in every person. I've lived many lifetimes. My superpower is resiliency. Feeling the shared experience but not taking it on.
Offering a glimmer of hope to heal.
I'm living in shades of gray, not absolutes.
The space between words offer a pause
Bridges offer the same...
Continue forward or turn back.
The connection of those 2 spaces does not guarantee anything beyond deliverance
Words are not enough
We must learn to see with our hearts
that which is communicated through energy
