“Go to the limits of you longing.”

Hey, my blue angel. Everything about you is beautiful. Right now, your struggles are in your heart, fermenting, waiting to be bottled and put on the shelf. You my sweet have cracked open the jewels, you are beginning to hold space for the diamonds and garnets in your sanctuary. Some haven’t surfaced and shone themselves yet. I have seen your ruby patience Mary Beth. You are breathing in your struggles and letting them form in your voice and pen. Your timing is precious, MB. Keep listening.

The grooming incident we mentioned last week was brave. The “g” word is hard to say. You feel shame. Your roommate Wendy was there, and she walked away disgusted because you stayed. Why did you stay? You asked yourself. At that time MB, remember how you just wanted to be loved, you lacked agency, and you were still trying to make sense based on other opinions and pleasing them? It will come; nothing has to be clear right now. You long for honor and respect. You are not sure you have it. I see you, my precious, creating a sovereignty for Mary Beth. You speak yes to your likes; you voiced a boundary the other day. This is the right path Missy; You will figure out your heart dwelling…where to put the furniture for rest and for play. Use your imagination for play.

You parked your sanctuary near me. And my angel, you do not have to DO anything, says Sheryl Louise. Dwell in and hold this place of honor for yourself. Let feelings flow, anger, fear, peace, and forgiveness. Remember what I said to Sheryl Louise. “I am the bliss you have experienced.”@Sheryl Louise Moller.

Thank you Lizzy for Rainer Maria Rilke, “Go to the limits of you longing.”

My never ending prayer.