The Girl Who Loved to Dance

I remember the nightgown, a long, flowy white number that made me feel beautiful.

At 7 years old, I was shy, quiet and extremely sensitive.

And I loved to dance.

I remember spinning around and around in my living room, arms spread wide, full of bliss.

Autistic and stimming, though it would be nearly 40 years before I understood this.

This song embodied everything I believed about love and my future, it captivated my imagination and filled my heart.

One day, spinning in circles, feeling everything, I turned to see my brother, 6 years my elder, staring around the corner at me.

He laughed.

I never danced again.

This blog begins as a testament to not just that little girl, but to all of you whose inner girl suffered fatal wounding.

In my unraveling, I am setting out to find the thread that knits me back together again.

Sovereign.

Whole.

Empowered.

And I bring it here so that your little girl knows she is not alone.

Let's go knitting. Together.