any of my fondest childhood memories stem
M from the time I was in kindergarten. Those
recollections hold images of skipping, playing, and
having the freedom to just be me. Kindergarten was a
time of living fully into my true self as a pint-sized
My most joyous memories came from being in Mrs.
Peck’s kindergarten class. It was a private storybook
house just around the corner from my home. I
remember the independence of being free to skip
around the block on my way to school. To this very
day, I can sense the embrace of Mrs. Peck when I hug
women who feel like her. Her whole being resonated
unconditional love. Many years later, I found a letter
penned by this loving teacher in which she confirmed
her fondness for me.
I had always known deep in my heart that she
loved me, but also questioned if I had built it up in my
imagination. What a gift to find those words of
confirmation almost fifty years after they were penned.
The power of her unconditional love sustained me
during times of trial and sorrow in ways I can’t begin
to fathom. I wonder if this teacher ever knew how far
her love would reach?
• Center yourself and draw your attention to your
• Breathe deeply while focusing on the power of
• Notice if there are faces or images that come to
mind. Imagine times where you have either
witnessed or received this kind of care.
• Offer gratitude for the places you receive love in
small and large ways.
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