In the still that only very early morning can provide, I sit thoughtfully in my kitchen. The absence of noise, movement, and sunlight, breed reflection and connect me to the moments.
Rain droplets descend idly down the windows, and I stare at the tall pines standing motionless in the thick fog. The soft, yellow light of the kitchen lamp saturates the silence with warmth, and comfort.
Forgive the little girl who acted out.
I am with her now; I can sit with her and understand her pain. She is still suffering. I hold her close, and feel her frustration, her lack of self-worth, her anger, and her fear. I am with you now, and we are safe. I forgive you. I’ve got you. It’s OK, you can let go.
We made it.