A letter to my daughters -

Oh sweet girl; you are tired,
you are a healer, you are beautiful and you are strong.
They will come to you and you will meet many of them. They will find their place in your bones 
and rebuild themselves within you, so you can never forget the way they made you feel.
You will not go looking for them, rather they will find you and
some are still 
searching.

You have a gift, it comes from me - from the thousands of years of love and
open hearts and
never giving up.
You emanate warmth, exude love and harbour strength in the bones that stem from mine.
You may spend mere minutes with them, you may sacrifice years for them 
but they will leave having been received in your all
encompassing
light -
You are an empath, and you wake the ones that have not been given the mind with which 
you are all seeing.
And though after you are left feeling weaker, feeling tired, 
remember this was once a part of me and it is now for you. 

Sweet girl, you will walk laboured and your feet will never feel light -
yet the light you are illuminating in the hundreds, in the thousands of strangers your gaze reflects - 
they will carry you.
We are not of this world, we were never made from the stuff of simplicity.
You will have to fight, and you will have the grace to remain standing.
Though fear drives you to close your heart, and uncertainty shrouds your waking mind, 
we are all here for but
a moment
and in that we must find reason, and 
I am sorry that none of this is easy for you.
I know the light inside you is dimming, but remain a little longer
- hold on for longer than you think you can,
because the gift of understanding, of patience for people, of seeing inside each person
is something this world does not have enough of.

And when you feel most alone, look for me and I will find you
I could never leave you for 
you came from me.
Trust that. Trust love.