While chowing down on a lemon meringue pie that oozed its goodness out onto my plate, I read a line that struck me to stop chewing and drop my jaw a little, enough so that a little wayward crumb jumped out and bounced onto the table. I read it over and over again, the line resonating with profoundness; circling around in my head like a coin, until it stilled.
“What you have experienced, no power on earth can take from you.”
I looked up and around, thinking that the words had announced themselves from the page of my book. But they didn’t. They simply spoke to me in a way that a mother cradles her child and soothes that everything will be ok. And I was ok, so ok with this that it gave me a new spring in my step for the afternoon; knowing that what I have experienced, no-one can take away from me.
I hugged that thought; all through my pie, all through the café, all through the supermarket…. and I took it home with me. It now lays nestled in the right ventricle of my heart, pumping good thoughts of a sense of belonging… of a sense of being me.