Dear Spirit

Sometimes I forget you are there. Though you are the deepest and strongest part of me. I forget to contact you. I often need to be reminded to talk to you. Sometimes, even in meditation, I pass you by. But I am with you now, here in this letter to you.

Sometimes I see you when we were young together. We are standing in a field. The sun is bright and the grass is tall. You are standing there, naked, happy, unashamed at who you are. You are so happy and bright and handsome and healthy -- filled with the glow of youthfulness and courage and love. You are not afraid. You accept who you are and who you are is all good and trusting and kind. The world itself is happy to have you living here on this planet.

At other times I see you growing up -- as an adolescent. But now you are damaged in some way and this disturbs me deeply. Because I want only the best for you. I want you to know I care and that I will protect you and pick you up when you fall and clean you off when you’re dirty. Dear Spirit, I am your protector. I am your father and your mentor and I am here to teach you whatever I know. More than that, I am here to love you so you can feel good about yourself.

Be happy, Little Spirit, and grow up along with me and together we’ll be just fine!