Validation Denied Grace Bestowed

...it seemed like I didn't belong to my self. I felt like a ghost that just hangs around until one day it finds and lives in a real body full of love confidence and fun to be around....</P><P>J.P. and I ages four and six respectively were home alone again this time for the second or third day in a row. Then there was a knock the firm authoritative kind. It's usually the cops in these situations as was the case in ours. Much to my brother's chagrin and to my secret relief I opened the door.</P><P>We were bounced from home to home amongst relatives who I believe creatively shielded us from the pain and revolution of the sixties because I didn't get the honorable chance to march nor raise my little fist and holler the words Black Power! I never felt poor I was healthy and smart and things just seemed wonderful. So I was fine as long as I was with family especially Daddy. I was his little girl his princess. He made me feel like a queen. Then one day I was dethroned. </P><P>I had become this thing called foster child. As a little girl quickly becoming a teenager I was obsessed with the quest to reclaim my identity as a normal person by defying the foster child stigma that would haunt me throughout college life and as a young adult until I met a world-renowned meditation master. Her teachings would change my life forever....</P>