Mirrors of Encounters
In few seconds, I saw her fear like never before.
I realized in great awe, that I was afraid of her fear.
I was afraid to be punished for her inability to face her fear and be in her now,
in tuned with herself, with Who She Really Was.
She didn´t manage to be who she was in reality.
She invariably put the blame on me, for not being able to be herself.
I was in my turn, and tacitly agreed to be, a kind of secret victim of her inner drama. We were each other´s distance to ourselves…
We were each others´s victim.
Was she acting out my fear to myself…? Was I reinforcing her and my own distance?
Was her punishment my own response to my own shunning of my fear…?
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