Me: Hello Gift, I know you're in there. I hear you calling. I've been ignoring you.
Gift: Yes I am here. I've always been here. My patience is galactic, yet I too want to breathe. You don't always ignore me. But lately I've been shouting. I'm getting antsy.
Me: Ouch. Sorry I don't always listen. I have been hearing your shouting recently, and it's painful not to let you out. It's strange, Gift, that I feel like I know you so well, and yet I act like I don't know how to start, how to let you out. Other people say I've started, but this voice is like a dam plugging the flow...
Gift: You think a lot. Sounds exhausting.
Me: Sigh...
Gift: I'm easy going. All I am is your joy. You know how to live me out into the world. You've done it many times.
Me: I have?
Gift: Undoubtedly. You are my best expresser, just like all the Gifts in the world have one living channel they most want to express themselves through. I believe in you. I'm excited to dance with you.
Me: Will you go on a date with me? At sunset today, down at the beach?
Gift: My full presence is yours. I can't wait to see the sunset in your eyes. I've asked the ocean to give us some space in the sand, so we can play.
Me: Thank you, Gift. You're so good to me.
Gift: Be easy on yourself. See you at sunset.
