I Love You Still

Super honored to have a piece of my writing published via Elephant Journal xo

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/10/i-love-you-still/

Vincent Square Chapter 4: The Fire

"According to most writers, groups of souls tend to reincarnate again and again, working out their karma (debts owed to others and to the self, lessons to be learned) over the span of many lifetimes." - Many Lives, Many Masters - Brian Wiess, M.D.

In our lifetime there are a handful of moments that alter us, define a path that transitions the light of how we see our world.  Moments that covet our internal gauge and guide us into the next chapter.  If you are fortunate enough to have the cognitive ability to interpret your intuition you can be aware of such moments, feel them with every nerve ending and embrace that what is being placed in front of you is for a reason and regardless of the outcome, you should jump fully, and uninhibited into the fires of fate.  

I was standing right in the middle of one of these moments, broken glass at my feet, outside of my body, watching him walk towards me.  

I needed an escape.  A moment to catch my breath.  To compose myself before the fiery leap.  A moment to build strength, take in air and release the vibrations.  Unlocking my stare I looked around and to my right found a rest room.  I dashed quickly, leaving behind me the comforting sound of greetings and the back slapping of hugs between Dave and my future.

Standing in front of myself, hands shaking as I attempted to ground nerves by holding the edges of the sink I exhaled and let my soul calm.  There was no way to change anything – it had arrived, this moment. 

There was no dress to encase myself in for the debut.  There was nothing more than me, a skinny, pale girl with chocolate hair and almond eyes and jutting hip bones through my jeans drowning in my father’s old sweater.  I had no gifts to offer from the lifetimes that I had known him before only that I had found him again here. Would he remember me as I did him?

 As I stared back at myself a creeping whisper began to blanket itself over my entire being…a mild chant, over and over again…and what are we to learn from one another in this lifetime….And with all that I was I knew it to be true – whatever we didn’t get right before, we were destined to try again now.  With that, I released my hands from the ceramic, looked deeply once more into my eyes and then opened the door and dove boldly into the fire.