Thursday, March 15, 2012
I have written about my “helpers” from the other side, but there is one that is on this side that I seldom speak of. She is “little Sherri” she lives inside of me. I think everyone has an “inner child” (who I use to call “my inner brat” before I learned how wise she was) who knows more than we do. She (or he) remembers everything, holds back nothing and helps with anything we ask of her/him. I was in tears the whole time. I often forget to hold her close to me and ask her about the past and the present. She is indeed wise
When I’m not railing on about lovingkindness, forgiveness, gratefulness etc., I am wailing about “poor me” and how little I have and what a waste my life has been. The abyss seems to call me much of the time, showing me (read The Choice…in here somewhere) the darkness. Little Sherri shows me the light. It is her on that mountaintop ledge that gently points the way to the beauty of life.
Posted by Sherri at 12:31 PM