Angus said, “Noo about that ticket ye promised. Ah ken there’s more than one episode to this adventure ye had with Faith.  Ah’d like to purchase tickets for the whole series if ah may, the unedited version, complete with gestures and movements. Ah enjoyed yer dance of opposites by the firelight.”

“You're in luck. The unedited version is the only one there is as I’ve not started writing it down yet. Maybe this will unstick my writer’s block.” Maybe remembering will even summon Faith. “Had I met anyone else on the bridge yet?” 

“Nae, ye were tracin’ the infinity symbol as if it were a Tai Chi movement. It was just ye, Faith was on the other side of the bridge that spanned the river valley.”

“I was conjuring the tensions of opposites in my life and finding the centered place in me that could both of them simultaneously: masculine and feminine, past and future, fear and trust. Okay, I’ll take it from there.”  Did I still have the ability to incarnate my feelings, to witness and recognize them? Would remembering bring them back into the room with us now? That would be wild, be careful what you ask for Sarah.  

“How about I ease into this and give you a bit of a summary of what I recall?” 

“Ah’m all ears.”

“Okay, the first aspect of myself that appeared was Curiosity.” I recalled her bouncy ponytail, journal and pen in hand. “She had a lilt in her voice as she asked questions neither I nor Faith could answer which inadvertently summoned Impatience. I learned Impatience has a way of appearing whenever my expectations were at odds with what was happening at the moment. My conversation with her proved difficult as she continuously interrupted me. Not surprisingly, Frustration was right on her heels, followed by her parents, Criticism and Judgment. They continuously conspired to convince me I wasn’t enough, smart enough, productive enough, clear enough – gnawing away at my self-esteem and hollowing me out. . . .”