Yes.
As I become still and silent, I can feel a shiftiness within. Something or someone trying to get my attention. As if I’m walking through the thickness of a forest, through clusters of shrubs and trees, I hear a faint “psst” but I cannot tell where the sound is coming from. I begin to doubt, believing it to be the rustling of the wind or the scurry of a mouse.
“psst. Over here.”
I become even more still. More silent. To listen.
The sound is within.
“it is me. It is YOU.”
I begin to challenge, but to each question I ask, the answer is a quick YES.
Have you been here the whole time?
YES
Will you always be here?
YES
YES
It’s been a long time.
YES.
The noise returns. The movement returns. The rustle of the leaves and trees grows louder and louder. But within, I hear a resounding YES.