Healing Behind the Dates -Year one- Part II

Part II

(1st month)

It came like a wind; it came with different type of spin. She got her first download and didn’t know how to decipher. All she could think about if it was something that would spite her. As she looked out, the interpretation she was getting was running long, she quickly zoned out, as they were being robbed one of what once belonged. Anger, assumption was very much expected, but what she didn’t understand was …. why was she protected? Did it happen because this person did something wrong? She also wondered if she was being suspected. But she couldn’t let this move her, she knew if this was to go sideways it’s because God was removing her.

(13 days)

Experiences were had, but not to many, what she was learning in between was plenty. The attraction grew, kindness lingered, vibes created, affections tinkered. She woke up one day, after a fun day in may; she received the words in which she knew she shouldn’t stayed. She retreated back a little but not to much, she already felt a connection and didn’t want to interrupt. But deep down, she was being reminded of a vessel that she already touched.

(6 months )

She made it clear she wanted to wait. She made it clear that she only had room for one on her plate. She knew she wanted to extend an invite to eat and create. The invitation was extended, even after she knew, she felt she had to prolong this moment, or the presence would slip on thru. Are you sure? Like for real? she was asked over and over. Yes of course. She wouldn’t have it any other way as she was no longer sober. Then it happened. The tide was created and now she will live with the choice that was made, no chance of a do-over.

(8 months)

Things started to shift but in a different way. One was invited to dance the night away. A different approach came with this presence. One where she was confused and had no words to say. She wanted to figure it out but didn’t know how, she wanted to understand the reasons, but knew something would turn up foul. So what did she do? She heard the plea and let it be. She heard the words but still felt uneasy. The persistence of "pick me" became the driving force. She felt herself competing as though she only had one choice. She knew from the shift, things were about to get rough.

(12 months)

Invitation to see the foundation, the roots that were laid. Invitation to exchange greetings with faces from the ones, one was made. It was dark, it was gloomy, and it was perplexed. It now had an inquiring mind, assuming. A product from this development had her perturbing to questions that were blooming. She now felt stuck by this element, and it had her alluding. Only few specks of light she saw, in her view. One from the birthplace of which this seed grew. A light that shined bright because somehow she knew, that birthplace would be a space shared by two.