self love

I had a dream the other night.

Both of my daughters were in it.

I was applying some drops of medication to the upper back of my older daughter. She had a wound that required a flap to be opened and the medication to be dripped in. She moved suddenly and I spilled some from the bottle, it landed on the white blanket. I quickly went to the bathroom to clean it up and get a towel. The younger one yelled at her sister and her sister began to cry and wail. “I’ll never do that again!” She cried inconsolably.

In my dream I could feel the hurt of their words.

I went to them and explained what was happening.

The hurt, the infliction and how we do it to each other and even more of a truth… how we do it to ourselves.

I felt my heart opening.

I felt such pure love for them and for the one inside that hurts.

In my dream I saw the key.

In my dream, they were both me.