Thursday, February 18, 2010
On learning how to walk
The man made me cry with his kindness. His strong arms enveloped me while his words of protection and caring soothed me. All my stored tears escaped as I melted into his embrace like a wounded little girl...and I was all the more grateful, for I knew that he would not take advantage of my vulnerability; that his arms would only hold me; that his hands would only stroke my hair, and I would not be asked to give anything I was not comfortable in giving. "No strings attached", he said, and I felt, in that moment, that I could never pull myself away; that I needed to stay inside the safety net he was offering. But then....I awoke, and realized that the real world was where I needed to be; that I would have to learn to accept the embrace of uncertainty and fear, at least for a little while...at least until I grew up and could stand on my own 2 feet, without searching for arms to steady me.