After 60+ years, Charlie has asked me to share him publicly. No one in my life has known about Charlie; no one. My first memory of Charlie was preverbal, in a crib. I was never alone. Over time Charlie began communicating to me. He comes in packets of insight or even music via a doorway in my heart. Sometimes he just talks to me. Now he says ‘just talk about us.’ So, I’m starting a blog. My talks with Charlie are what make up the contents of this blog. My first post is an intro to Charlie.
great Charlie. All I have to do is turn toward you and bam! There you are,
heart wide open and so, so, so happy to just have my attention.
know, your attention is the name of the game at this stage.
Me: What stage
is that Charlie?
Well you don’t remember, but we used to play boomerang. We got really good at
it! It was all in the pitch and the elbow. We always “tested” the wind first
before jetting it. Anyway, the full toss was in stages; six stages out and six
Me: I get
it! I’m the boomerang and I’m just turning around and heading back right?
Well, you’re not ‘just’ heading back. You turned the corner a while ago. But
this stage is what I would call shedding skin, not the body… Yet. You’re
feeling the wind current that can bring you home but you’re not here yet.
So, why is my attention all you want at this stage of the game?
Because you and I are a portal. We just need to say it and I need your
attention for that.