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walking together into life
frightened and terrified – the child in my arms I comfort her – I hold her – I make her feel safe
behind her – terrified generations of mothers and fathers screams – don't go don't trust yourself – never trust your true Self
still full of fear – listening to those voices – she makes timidly her very first steps into life
I gently talk to her and encourage her to trust me to trust that I will care for her – that we will be all right that life is not like the nightmares of her past to trust that we don't need a lifeline anymore clinging to and holding onto others who tell us how we should be, what to do and what to believe who want to judge and define us
with warmth and love I support her to take her first steps these are revolutionary steps away – from the destructive, violent battlefield out – of the unbearable horror out – of the dungeon filled with unimaginable fear and terror
what was familiar territory seemed until now safer than the world outside – than reality and life safer – than the truth – than to trust my true Self
I am holding her hand – she is holding my hand she is beginning to trust me and to walk with me
tears are streaming from our eyes, down our cheeks tears of sorrow, mourning the past tears of joy, welcoming life we cry and laugh together – full of fear and joy
we celebrate this incredible moment we marvel how it ever happened – how it ever was possible that we found each other and can be together
that we could escape the dungeon and be free to walk together, hand in hand, into life
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