My mother and me. I absorb the imagine of my four-year-old self and this perfect moment. As I time travel backwards, I enter a container of grace where I am filled with peace and comfort. I melt into my mother, resting in her safety and warmth, and I know all is right with the world.   In my lifetime I have evolved through stages of neediness. In my teens and early twenties, I expected my friends and partners to complete me. To make me feel whole, worthy and enough. I lived o