TWENTY-FIVE

I am.

Two of the most powerful words; for what you put after them shapes your reality.

Don’t call me a princess. I’m a sheildmaiden.

You’re a ghost driving a meat coated skeleton made from stardust, what do you have to be scared of?

Some days I just need a pick me up, a few words that make me feel good. Words that remind me I am special. I am important to someone. I am loved. Sometimes those words can be ones I here all the time but they bring a special comfort. The words of the weekly healing service often do that for me.

Then there are those silly words, sometimes from my favorite book or poem. “Not all those who wander are lost.”

Of course, there are the best ones; they come across the screen of my phone as a text from my niece. “You’re so strong.” “I’m glad I got to speak with you.” “I love you.”