Poem for my 11 years younger self, as she sat on the beach of Australia’s gold coast – still afraid of her dreams:

Oh my precious
how I have enjoyed
learning to love you
heal you
grow you

Oh my beloved
the pains survived
the choices made
decisions
mistakes

Oh my darling
how you thrill me
your unrelenting soul
your fire
your Love

I am yours and better to be
honored to be, enveloped by you
blissfully romanced and entranced
by all that you are and the endlessness
of all – you dare to be – beloved, precious darling

October 2008, I was 20…