I’m sitting at the table by a window in my home. The sunlight streams across the weave of the cloth under my meal. The aroma of eggs and bacon drifts into my nostrils. The smell brings water to my mouth and cravings to my stomach. The first bite is as scrumptious as I had anticipated, my tongue bombarded with flavours that give pleasure to my stomach and mind.
The shift of light brought my attention outside the window. Right there under my window was a woman who had hair of gold and skin white as milk. She was naked, standing lost in the world. In that moment I knew she was too traumatized to know where she was. I took my first step towards her and she flinched in fear. I needed to find a way to connect with this beautiful creature. The woman was feeling too frightened to allow me to give her my hand in help. My fear of frightening her was so great, though my drive to help greater still. I had to find a way. I gave her my quilt to cover her nakedness. This gave her a sense of safety in the world which had treated her so cruelly. She needed to forgive the world and trust again the path she needed to take. I gave her my hand. I gave her my heart. I gave her my soul. She handed me her name. She handed me her all and her soul. We merged into love and her trauma was healed.
