Once upon a time, we loved to go biking in Wisconsin, just the two of us on road bikes in the beautiful countryside of the Kettle Moraine. We were happy buzzing down the roads, endless fields of corn and soy beans growing beside us, red-winged blackbirds chirping on the wires.
The stones on the road crunched and danced under our wheels until the time my tire blew out. There was nothing to do but wait for you alone on the side of the road with my lame bike while you rode yours all the way back to the house to bring back the car for me.
It would take a while for you to come back to me sitting there all alone on the dusty, quiet, lonely road. It was a lovely solitude knowing you'd soon be back. I could look down the black top and see you coming long before you were even in sight because you always came for me, patched my tires, heard my cries, saw my view.
You're not coming this time. The scared feeling I woke up with this morning is all mine to tolerate. I'm alone on this road as far as I look down. I'm the one who's coming for me now.
Imagine a moment in your life when you felt completely cared for by another person. What did he or she do to make your needs met, to make you feel secure?
Now remember a time when you made yourself feel comfortable, strong and safe in your world. What were you doing, thinking, and feeling?
What action can you take now to make yourself feel safe?
What thought can you hold in your mind to encourage and remind yourself of your own strength?
How does it feel to be here to take care of yourself?
Now I Will Be the One
I will be the one who is here
Now I will be the one who is
coming when I call now I will be
the one I depend on when
scared or sad or nervous or
inspired now I will tell my story
now I will speak aloud now I
will be heard now I will help
others alone in pain now I will remember
you now I will know you
are not coming for me
now like you did back then
now it's me not you anymore
now I know it's true it's me