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Remembering The Child Within You.

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Do you know her? Have you seen her?

See, look… her picture.

See her all dressed up in childhood, an innocent light shining in her eyes. See her full pink cheeks and observe her smile.

She smiles because she knows she should. But she wants to rage and scream and tear out her broken heart. Do you see her? She is beautiful. She is brave, so brave.

Her courage and power have never been contained. And oh, how they tried. They could not force, beat and shame it out of her. They could not steal it away in the dark of night with pain and confusion. She stands still, all dressed up in childhood, an innocent light shining in her eyes.

Observe her smile and the clarity of her gaze. Her eyes gleam and hint at something compelling and formidable, something timeless and pure.

Do you know her? Have you seen her?

She has become lost, misplaced, gone missing; discarded for adult responsibilities and grown-up sensibilities. She wonders in solitude and in darkness, alone and afraid.

She is confused, she is troubled, and she is burdened. She is turned-round, dizzy, and bemused. She needs you to find her and to hear her. She has much to tell you:

“Don’t turn away from me… see my rage… hear my screams… speak to me of understanding.”

Look for her until you find her, for in her restoration your liberation lies.

The trees know her, the sky and the clouds too. The green springtime grass can tell you where she has gone, for her bare footsteps are remembered by the meadows and the pastures. The sun glistens with the same purity as the light that shines in her eyes, and the wind echoes with the delight of her laughter.

In stillness and quiet, every breath whispers her name. Listen.

Her mother could not find her, her father could not either. But you can. You can find her if you look. She needs you to be bold. She needs you to be brave. What feels like defeat and dread may, in fact, be a longed-for reunion. An ached-for return to a place of peace and rest, of comfort and safety.

Do you know her? Have you seen her?

She longs simply to be taken up into loving arms, to know she is cherished and wanted, to be held close and never let go.

Tend to her sadness, heartbreak and pain. Watch over her well, with allowing and acceptance. Do not bid her go at your discomfort but welcome her to stay until, in exactly the right moment, she looses her own tethers and sets herself free to soar and sing.

Do you know her? Have you seen her?

Find her. Let her innocent light shine once again and discover her true smile. Ease her pain and bring her home.

She needs you.

This is for her.

 

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Abby Pingree

Abby Pingree

Abby Pingree spent the first seven years of her life in a hippie commune. She is currently an author, hospice nurse, mother, and student of life. She has made friends with her own experiences with drug addiction, bulimia, dishonest and dodgy behavior by simply telling the truth. She explores these experiences in a book titled: Completion, by C. Abigail Pingree. She now seeks an authentic life. She writes for Elephant Journal and blogs for Huffington Post. She can be found on Facebook and Twitter.
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