Held

I was just feeling inside of myself what it would feel like to be an otter pup being held in the water on the belly of mother, soft, warm,embraced by arms and the beat beat of her heart against mine.

I can only imagine.

I can even think about the origin of that very primal need to be held.

As I call Myself (my soul, my piece of life, my drop of ocean) more and more into my body, I find Myself being held within myself.

Now, I find myself thinking about Me holding me and I am trapped in an endless thought loop.

So, laying aside thought, I go straight to the feeling, the experience, and sit quietly with the satisfaction of it.