Satu is the only person in the world I can count on to know me with out the need for explanation. Today when I had to have one of my more and more frequent stressful moments of conscience implosion, Satu didn't make me feel dumb, she made me feel safe.
Usually I feel a little uncertain about my reality. I worry that my fears skew things and I don't know if I am a good person or a bad person. Satu always takes me seriously, even when I don't deserve it. She holds me when all she wants to do is be her own island. She makes time for me when she would prefer to be feeding her funny little brain the raw materials of her creativity.
I think it is amazing that we can be so different, but she can bring me back to myself so easily, just with the sound of her voice. I find her breathing and her presence and all of the ways that she just goes about being her so calming.
Right now, Satu is typing on her computer and explaining to me that the noise I hear is two neighborhood cats fighting and not a child being murdered. She is so calm and sure. I feel lucky to be here with her in our quiet home, listening to the terrifying neighborhood sounds while she looks up Japanese mushroom hats online or whatever random thing she is looking at. This is the best home in the world.
