Doing it for little me. Around this time last year, i had a conversation with my little self. She shows up in dreams so vivid i thought i could touch her. In one i had while living in retreat, she was shoplifting… which i did do as a child and as a teen. I picked her up and she was grasping at straws for comfort, for pleasure, she was so angry… and i just held her in my arms. 🥺 this last year’s waking vision was so clear— she wanted companionship. She wanted someone to make art with…
