The peace between us begins when we can see what starts the war.
When I compare myself to you, as if I’m either above you or below.
When I compete with you for men’s attention, as if love is a game where only one of us can win.
When I envy your beauty as if it dims my own.
When I mistrust you and wait for you to betray me or to leave.
~ What if I can celebrate your courage to show up in the world, and then walk beside you hand in hand?
~ What if I can let my heart expand and receive even more love through you expanding yours?
~ What if I can see myself in you and you in me, while adoring the unique facet life shines through in us both?
~ What if I can trust what unites us and that you long for peace as well?
Dear sister, will you meet you there?