My T makes a place of sanctuary for me in her office.. It's only there and nowhere else in the world where it's perfectly o.k. to be who I am. It takes a lot of time for trust to build but slowly and slowly she has woven a net of safety.

But there's even more than that. She's able to bring forth from me words about that which I was not aware of (about my own self). She beckons to the inner 'child' (is that the word? or is it the 'core'? or is it...?) to show itself and she does it so gently and so naturally that the hidden frightened True Self is compelled to emerge. But not by any sense of force, rather from a kind and loving invitation.

She's a magician; she's a healer; she's has introduced me to who I am and she believes in me. She reminds me that my inner critic is up to no good. She tells me that I can manifest and fulfill my dreams. And these are not dreams of a new car or a fantastic vacation but rather the dream we all have of being true to ourselves and finding that which fulfills us and fills us from the depths inside.

That yearning to 'be' and only 'be' is the highest form of desire but unfortunately the mind usually gets in the way with the ever growing crust of illusion/delusion that covers it up. And these illusions/delusions are all the mental constructs that have built over time that inhibit our natural selves.

I am grateful beyond the ability to say the words to my T. There are no words. I can only 'feel' and know that she 'feels' my gratitude.