Permission

Permission. You have permission. You have my permission to read what I am writing. You may read it aloud boldly or quietly to yourself or mumbling self-consciously or entirely silently, just mentally. It’s all right. You have permission. You have permission to feel whatever you feel, think whatever you think, experience whatever you experience. You have permission. Permission granted. You may have your own, private responses to what comes up. You may look at those responses. You have permission to. You may inspect what is deeper, what’s underneath. It’s all right. You have permission. You may look at the connections that reach out for each other. They can connect. They can touch. It’s all right. You have permission. There may be feelings that are scary or that you do not trust. That’s okay. You have permission to feel those things, and they have permission to exist. You have permission to let things be just as they are. You have permission to ignore them, to return to them, to discard them, or hold them close. You have permission to feel them in their entirety or just in part. You have permission to remember them, and to forget them. You have permission for whatever you need, whatever you want. It’s all right. You have permission.