Inner Child Comfort

I learned a meditation technique, where I would sit quietly in my rocking chair and call to me the child I was at 4 years old. She would carefully, shyly come into the room and stop just inside the door. She was waiting to see if I really meant…her…

Oh, yes, I would say in my mind, because you belong with me, here.

And she crossed to me and let me lift her onto my lap. I wrapped my arms gently around her and breathed love, peace, understanding through us both. And protection.

I would take care of her.

Sometimes, I wish I could’ve been my own mother…

Inner Child Comfort

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