Still there...

So I thought that it was safe...to stick my head out.  I thought I had suppressed it in that drawer behind the door, under the shelf in the corner.  Yet when I exhaled long enough to begin to slide "deliciously down" inside my soul to find a place to fall apart and BE... I felt a hand.


Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeaching.  

How could there still be a desire to reach for me in the midst of all that is occurring?

Warm, inviting hands with arms attached to wrap around me and squeeze out the contents I just spent hours smashing in a drawer in the corner behind the... SHIT. *sigh.

I can't hide because...

I don't want to

But  if I don't  then the lesson

 will

be

missed.

I am reaching back however ONLY because I need to

MOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVEEEE

me outta of the way so that the Universe, Ancestors and Energies can speak to that which needs to be

Heard

and

Experienced

I'm just a vessel