My heart is full of gratitude !
I was with Annika ,
and I want to tell about it, but how can I put into words something that happened so deep in my soul ?
I try it with a picture :
The maypole : there is the trunk That is me - somehow ,
but who am I ? Do I know myself only in the seals on the outside ?
Around me flutter many loose ribbons, which all somehow have to do with me, but how?
Annika can see them, all that grasp and verbalize them for me understandably. I understand myself. So I can trace the tapes back to the trunk, can see: oh ok, there they have their origin.
Everything suddenly makes sense.
Then comes the greatest gift: she also recognizes the origin of my trunk, where it is rooted.
She gives me a priceless gift: Me.
Thank you thank you Annika