The tiny girl sat on the step.
A wisp of wind blew her golden strands across her face,
Matted to her tears, she moved them aside with her hand.
She watched herself doing this but not from where she sat,
The tiny girl was somewhere else.
Her heart floated away when it became too heavy for her small body to carry.
This is how she coped when life broke her.
She had learned no one outside her had any answers.
Often, other people were more broken than she was,
The difference is she knew she was and she owned it.
She didn’t deflect her suffering onto others,
She held it in her small body until it was too much, and then,… she was gone.
She rested in Love while everything crumbled.
Her prayers were only for the realization that none of us are separate.
We are all branches expressing the deepest roots of Love.
When the tiny girl returned to her body, the suffering had not subsided, at least not today, maybe not tomorrow and maybe it never would.
This seemed to matter to her but somewhere beyond herself she knew that it didn’t.
Suffering seems to define a body’s experience but instead, it strengthens the soul.
When our suffering is so deep, so true, so beyond ourselves, this is when we begin our
The tiny girl’s ancient journey had started before she began.
She couldn’t alter the path even if she had wanted to.
It made her feel so alone until she understood it was teaching her True Connection.
But for now, all she had was the step she sat upon, the tears that would not cease and an unbearably heavy heart…
And in that instant, she floated away once more…