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Do you know you have a precious little one inside?
One with many faces and feelings who has been with you all your life?
The little you as an infant, a toddler, a 5 year old, tween, teen...
they're all in there... waiting to be seen and heard and held.
Do you know you made decisions about yourself and life long ago
through this tender-hearted, wide-eyed wonder...
The one who saw and felt and thought so many things?
Seeing, feeling and thinking, led to believing and concluding,
Which led to some misunderstandings and confusion,
Which led to building positions, rules and stances,
Clever masks, defenses and missed chances.
There are some people who dismiss the inner child as non-sense.
They regard the past as old news and don't dare to look back.
Some pretend away their history and exile their little ones.
In my experience this is one of our greatest tragedies,
both personally and collectively.
The intricacies of our past influence so much of who we come to be.
You can still find, rescue, tend to and revive the little one inside.
You can bring compassion and new higher understanding.
In doing this you open to greater love, joy, creativity and wholeness.
In a recent Forgiveness Workshop, I saw my little girl self staring
out of her bedroom window, feeling alone, lost and afraid.
In the depth of her loneliness and despair, she made some false
conclusions about herself and life that deeply impacted... everything.
Being with her wounded heart, I saw how much of my personality stems
from long ago promises she made to protect herself and to survive.
In response, I wrote this to her:
To the little girl staring out the window feeling all alone, lost and scared,
To the beloved child feeling abandoned and invisible, like nobody cared;
I see you
To the tender one feeling so sad over losing your mother so young,
To the child who needed to mourn, but felt you couldn't come undone;
I see you
To the precious wonder left wondering how you got here and why you came,
To the innocent one, feeling unworthy and like a burden, living in shame;
I see you
To the faithful and devoted one saying your nightly prayers like a good little girl,
To the suspicious one who ceased praying, thinking it useless in this world;
I see you
To the brave little warrior who felt the need to be born on that lonely day,
To the one who grew stronger and mightier, finding endless dragons to slay;
I see you
To the hyper-vigilant one who vowed back then, never to lower her gaze,
To the one who held the tension, staying on high alert and fierce in her ways;
I see you
To the one who never rests, who has prided herself in staying awake,
Forever trying to help, fighting the good fight for goodness sake;
I see you
To the over-producer, over-creator, excessive director, Queen Busy Bee,
To the relentless good trouble maker, non-stopping shaker going for free;
I see you
To the one who tells others that God is here and There’s nothing to fear,
But hasn’t yet learned how to trust and let Divine Mother hold herself near;
I see you
To the one who longs for depth and connection, for realness and Truth,
To the one who steps up bravely, open heartedly, championing youth;
I see you
To the one trying to make things better, and sometimes making a mess,
To the one wearing her heart on her sleeve, and always trying her best;
I see you
To the one who feels so deeply and loves so sweetly, embracing it all,
To the one who gives so freely and shines so brightly, afraid to fall;
I see you
To the one trying so desperately to hold it all together, to be a light,
To the one who thinks its her job to hold the sunshine up at night;
I see you
To the one whose worth and value has been wrapped up in this clever tale,
To the one who’s afraid to let go and surrender to the Knowing that All Is Well;
I see you
And it’s okay
You are okay
You are all of this and so much more.
And I wouldn’t trade one second of any of this precious life, our lessons
and blessings, for all have shaped the wondrous Being we are, pure loving consciousness, continually learning and unlearning, growing and glowing,
returning home to our Whole and Holy Self.
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Reach IN to find Precious Little You again.
Write him a love letter or sing her a sweet song.
Let him know he matters; Let her know she belongs.
I'll be right here
Honoring Precious Little You too
Tenderly
Teri Jo
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