
Her mind is in a muddle, her heart is in a mess, her beautiful inner child, is angry, I guess. To be proud, mighty and strong, or to be timid, meek and wronged? What are these feelings, as if we don’t belong? I’ve neglected and insulted her, locked her in a box and now I must release her, to tell her, my self, that all is not lost. and she whispers in reply, you must reflect, eye to eye. Trust no-one that you meet, who is not an equal mirror of me. Victoria Healing ~ 3.9.2021 Seeing Eye to Eye

Isaiah 49 2:
“You are the daughters of a valiant, virtuous Warrior whose eternal, creative Word in your Mouth is a living invincible Sword in your hand”
