Sometimes I have to go back to her. Sometimes she needs my embrace. It’s been a while since I’ve been her, but I remember. I remember the crazy basket weave of thoughts and lies that went on inside our head. I remember the lies we told ourselves, those insipid ones. I remember how the bad stuff was just easier to believe.
So I reach out to her because she is me. They’re all me. And we need each other. We do. She needs me to show the light that lies just beyond that last hurtful thought. And I need her to remind me where I came from and I how I made it here to this exact moment.
“You’re gonna be just fine.” I say. “It only gets better.” And she wants to believe me…I can feel it! And I think to myself: Well, that’s a start. After all like it says in A Course in Miracles: “Show the slightest willingness, and a thousand angels rush in to help.” Who couldn’t use an angel right about now?
And so I rub her back and we walk on and I smile to myself as I feel the rush of 2000 wings at my side. Yes, all is well…all is well indeed.