Her colours

She expresses herself through so many ways, but its her non-verbal communication that captures me. Her eyes, her smile and her energy embraces me in a way that I cannot stop myself from going in for a big hug. She supports me with a single glance. She had my back from day one. 

As I write down why I was here, why I paid all this money, why I travelled thousands of miles to this beautiful land, to stand in this room full of strangers, enclosed by glass where all you see is beauty, trees, sunset and hear the sound of the birds. I arrived here for one reason and when I wrote it down on the large blank white page on the wall, I wrote as small and faint as I could, so know one would see, including myself. It wasn’t conscious, I didn’t realize what I did until I turned around to see the other thirty-five people. I was able to read what they wrote from halfway across the room yet I could barely read my own. 

It was a tiny faint green scribble. I didn’t want any of these strangers to know why I was here. I thought to myself how profound it was, to see how my deep internal self really felt. I guess I always felt it, but it was not only different the way I wrote it, but to read it was like a good slap in the face, like someone throwing a bucket of cold water over me. A wake up call. 

I released a nervous laughter and smile as I do when I get uncomfortable. I look to my left and there she was standing beside me looking up with those big blue eyes and her beautiful red head filled with curls of perfection and a beaming smile that said, I support you, I got you. My journey into the next phase of my life began, a journey where I would fully express my colours and begin supporting others the way she supported me.