Safe and warm

We are family.

But also, we have a fresh start, without prejudices of what we have been in the past. I have changed for the better over the years. I’ve moved closer to whom I’ve always been meant to be.

You emerge on my pages not as a person who does not know herself, but as one who will not be bullied into being or becoming. It’s a deep tug from within to both only lay hold of the new, but also to not give ground to being the vicarious experienced of somebody else’s idea of who or what you are.

I have hunches and intuitions about you, that may or may not be proven one day. But those do not matter.

It’s said that our brains are wired for story. We need a story or plot to fit the various details into a cohesive whole. As the real story unfolds, the imposed story fades away, like the pencil’d lines of a sketch, giving way to the pen and ink of the masterwork.