Welcome to the store
You have entered the store, long established in your memory
Like the one which was right across the street from the home where I lived as a young child.
It was my first long term job, other than the work in the fields,
which I began at the age of between 4-5 years of age.
She, Mrs. Pearl, was the owner, yet, it felt at times like “My Store, My responsibility to make work.
I raked the yard, the big yard, which had real dirt, in front of the store, and next to her home.
I stood at the door to welcome people in. I helped them find what they needed.
After they made their selection, I stood behind the cash register, to check them out.
She was like what Robert K., calls my “Rich Mother.”
and my Birth Mother
(whom I later called, “short Dot, and simply cried like a Big Baby when she died/transitioned)
would want me to say to you not only Welcome to Our Store, Your Store, but also,
“Welcome to Your Journey of Self-Awareness to Become Your Authentic SELF.”
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