Day One

I have been formed like a glacial basin, a ball of silly putty, a clay pot, a plump cloud, a croissant that tastes like the perfect morning. 

I listened to that song that brings me to the space I held for you, but I know that you cannot fill it.

I danced in the hallway before my first client, and I contracted and I expanded. 

I am clawing my way to the surface and I am unafraid. 

I met my inner child and she thanked me for holding her hand.

I love and I am hurt and the pain pushes me deeper into the indelible expanse of love. 

I want to explore every crevice of who I am and who you are.
Will you let me?