Wednesday, September 07, 2005

 

That Little Genius

My mother tells me when I was four years old, my mantra was

"I am a clever girl."
"I am a beautiful girl."

I used to say that a lot to my beloved uncle who doted on me. He thought I was really funny.

That four year old self always knows but she hasn't had experiences of that knowing. I can hear her voice within me.

She is the playful me.
She is ever joyful.
She lives in her imagination.
She loves.
She is free.
She is real.

I now have the experience of what my four year old self knows to be true.
We are one.

Thank you dear friend for holding the vision.

I love you.

Enocia



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