Fossils

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I wash the scented geranium oil out of my hair after a massage, deep into the knots in my back, my neck, my scalp.... where I carry all those thoughts, old as fossils..

  I have to do all it on my own.

I can't be happy till you are happy.

How can I make you happy?

as if it was my job to save you. Instead of myself.

 Asking for help from my ancestors. Asking myself - 

Do these thoughts take me closer to love or closer to fear? Make me feel safe or unsafe?

And if I could embrace the frightened, unsafe me  -instead of judging her - maybe that would be the first step to cracking open the secrets of the fossils....let them turn to dust in the wind.