Three essential parts were returned to me on the day of my soul retrieval. I've discussed the little girl part here.
Now she is back, once again a part of who I am. She is funny, and a bit naughty, and absolutely fearless. She lives life fully, and she tells the truth. She rejects the mealy mouthed prissiness that I can sometimes fall into. She speaks plainly, knowing what she wants. She is practical and mature enough to know that dreams don't always work out, but she absolutely will not stand for not trying. She demands that I try -- at the very least. Try.
If you want to know the truth, she scares me. When she first came back to me; when I first talked with her; when I asked her what I could do to make her welcome, and keep her with me; she suggested, with a twinkle, that we might try skydiving. Eeek! The shaman assures me that some of this is "metaphorical," but I am not at all sure that I feel better about metaphorical skydiving than I do about the physical potential for jumping out of an airplane. Really!
But, then, I worry ... What if she were to leave me again? What if she were to grow weary of my caution and my timid approach? What if she offers me the gifts of courage and adventurousness and curiosity and daring, and I cannot find my way to accept them and use them? I want her here. I don't want to lose her. I am feeling my way along with all of this, needing time and patience and, maybe, a fair portion of luck?