come out! come out! wherever you are! 
This one I was imagining all the exiled parts of us … the anger, jealousy, fear – parts that we loathe so much and resist because for some terrible (or benign) reason they were too scary for us to feel as children or former lives or even sometimes as adults (like PTSD, for example). But when we invite that exiled part of us back to us, and welcome it home – the fifteen year old who was terrified that long hot night in New York City, for example, when she barricaded the door, and then had to hold the window closed against the naked man raging on the balcony and trying to get in … well, that fifteen year old is going to shroud her rage and terror in compassion, love, guilt, and secrecy – at least that is what I did. So when I feel anger now it is like a distant rusty terrifying thing, instead of natural energy that bubbles up, erupts, and passes on. No big deal. Invite your exiled selves back out to play with you. Today, invite at least one of them out to play with you. You’re safe and grown-up and wise – you are brave enough to play with feelings you had thought might kill you.