I can hear you now, I said to my mom. "You can do this" her voice was sweet and songful. Her whispers of encouragement danced in the air.
And I could hear her in that almost malleable moment. I could hear her powerful prayers for my recovery; they were just whispers - soft, spiritual, gentle.
"You can do this."
Her tone was compassionate, clear and concise. She leaned in closer to me , winked and said,
"Breakfree from this self- incarceration."
In that tangible instant I could hear her . Maybe even more importantly I understood her. She was doing for me what I could not do for myself.
