Funny how thinking back on a certain time, particularly one filled with deep emotions, stirs up the same feelings inside the body and mind.

This morning I was talking about how much I enjoy watching the sunshine sparkle on the moving water in our nearby bay. This reminded me of when I was a teenager of 17 and often visited Northwest Park near my best friend’s home.

I didn’t even need to close my eyes to see the shape of the man-made pond there, the brown of the grass dried from the hot Texas sun, the ducks and geese that flocked to the small island in the middle of the water. I spent hours upon hours sitting in that park staring at the water. It was the only park where I slept outside overnight because I had nowhere else to go.

I was considered a wayward youth. In many ways I was. I’ve come to realize I wasn’t so much running away, although I definitely was escaping, as I was moving through a tremendous shift.

Thinking about being that young girl, I began feeling again all those sensations of being completely unsure what was going to happen, having no family for comfort, no security, lost and afraid. Determined and certain that those sparkles on the water were calling out to me, reminding me that magic is possible.

Tears began to pour from my eyes. How I wish I could hug that confused young girl. I’m so proud of her for looking for the beauty and giving gratitude. It’s saved my life many times over.

© Call Me Snow White, 4/30/18