I do not come from here, I visit. She is the girl I am in this world. I know her well. I see her courage to please me, to be the best girl in the world she can be so that I can give my attention to this dream I am having. I chose her well this girl who was once a little child learning to be a little child, making her way through rooms of space and thoughts. She found herself in boxes. Boxes everywhere, but the biggest box, which was such a tight little box, was herself. In a body that now contained her and did not allow her to move as she knew she could move, should move, and even now wanted to move. Why had it all stopped?
Many things were stalled, becoming stagnant. Her mind once untroubled with pins and needles of obedience, lost its freedom. Each thought, each instant was examined to understand if she was doing it right. Getting it right. The Now had become something to answer to, not something to fully expand into with open arms and confident joy. Was she meant to find a treasure in all this immobility?
I am grateful for her courage. So much growth is happening for me from her daring. I truly love my human self.