That little girl. That stands alone in the Darkness of the Dream. She’s crying and weeping and hates herself. But doesn’t know why. Long dark hair tangled around her shoulders. The pink bows, slipping and falling. Dress dirty and stained from falling off the teeter totter. She’s confused. Sad. Angry.

Silent. She’s Silent. Her tongue has been cut out.

I wrap her in my arms. I press my lips on her forehead. I send all my love through my body and into her soul.

I see her pain. I honor her pain. I give her permission to let go of her pain.

I forgive her for continuing to get on that long slab of wood with handles, knowing that her friend was going to always jump off when she was in the air.

I forgive her for crossing that street, to hang out with the old man when no one else was home. Over and over again. For needing that love and that attention Even though it didn’t feel right.

She forgives me for disappearing into a sea filled with bad decisions. For not facing the Bears and the Sharks. For giving up our voice. For always trying to please everyone, not caring what it cost us.

She forgives me for not Honoring our body. For not Honoring our Soul. For not speaking our Truths. For giving our Power away.

I breath in her essence. Our essence. I hold her hand. My hand. We walk. We are walking through the tall grass and flowers, swaying in the wind. We wade along the edge of the dirty white foam. Waves. Rolling in, with no thoughts or cares as to what we are thinking or not thinking.

We walk. Jumping over the sand crabs. We walk for days and years. Feeling the Ocean breeze in our hair. And she grows. Taller. Until we are almost a mirrored image of each other. Just almost. She’s still that little girl. But she’s stronger now. She’s happier. More powerful than before. She’s glowing with the energy and light that should have always been hers. Her head is tilted back and she’s laughing. Like there’s nothing else to do but let the Joy out of her body.

The sun shines through the dream. The birds chirp. The sharks float by, they know we can’t be reached. There are no Bears. Just the sand and the calm waves.

Just the Calm.

We have Forgiven each other.