Her lesson with the pain continued until she moved. She did not plan to move, but her body took over. She rocked back and forth singing noises to chase off the pain. Blood exited her body, but she had no reason to fear this—it had happened before.
“Let me call you Gina,’her guide suggested.
“Do you like the name?”
“What you are called.”
“What have you learned, Gina?”
Dark. Light. Thirst. Water. Before. After. Apres. Blood. Pain?
She considered all this, but found no answer to pain’s question.