The second time she described seeds being planted, seeds being new thoughts and coping mechnaisms, and new happinesses. Like seeds, these new thoughts need nurturing and tending to; they must be watered and checked on and they require patience, as they won't grow straight into flowers over night. I have to have faith that they are there, even if I can't see them poking their heads through the soil. If they are neglected, they will wilt. If I care for the and dedicate myself to their progress, then I will be rewarded with a colourful, beautiful garden.
After that she just told me to imagine a place where I am calm, where nothing is wrong. Up until when I met you, and when I started seeing Ann, the place I felt the calmest was in the bath with my head back under the water, my eyes and nose and mouth above the surface. All sounds were muffled, and I was warm and alone. Now my safest place is with you, but when Ann asks me to imagine somewhere it has to be somewhere where I am safe alone. Independent. Because of my safety in water, I imagine I am swimming. You are in the vision, but you are on the shore. Everytime I look over to check you are there, you look up and smile at me. You are there, sitting, happy, contained doing your own thing. You know I will come back to land soon, I know it too. But right now I'm swimming, and it feels amazing. I have no sensation of being cold, or tired. I just keep going. There is no one to compare myself to, there is nothing I am meant to be doing. Swimming is all I am meant to be doing, and when I don't want to any more, then what I'm meant to be doing it stopping. All I can see for miles and miles is clear, safe water, with you on the shore just to my right where ever I am. And you love me, and I love you.

I wrote in my notebook this morning: "I have never been this happy. life - let's be friends."
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