More than ever as you crawl, hawl and agonize in meeting your fragmented selves
May you hear that this is not a walk to happen in solo
There will be days when you will be overtaken, overwhelmed with the depth of that which will show up to you and for you
There will be days when you will wonder whether there is an end to the intensity being experienced
There will be days when you will sit in the eye of the storm, utter silence
There will be dead days
There will be birthing days
There will be nuanced days
However your days, may you dare to risk to reach out
May you dare to tend your hands and arms wide open
Through this risking, someone or something will show up
Shame has to be brought to light
Shame has to be met face to face, heart to heart
Shame of what you feel, experience, think, see and believe
Through, within and in this meeting of Shame, you will be met in grace and glory
Walking the path of re-claiming one’s authentic self is not a solo journey
This walk of safety finds it’s roots within the safety nest of a community of women and men
We cannot regulate on our own unless we spend enough time in the safe company of fellows
We cannot move back to our grounded center unless we spend enough time in the safe company of fellows
Our bodies cannot feel safe on their own unless we open and receive and give from a space of safety through, with, and within other bodies
This is the beauty of being born human
We are innately wired up to soothe, to love, to give, to receive, to peace, to pace, to mate, to grace each other
As you cringe, wiggle, crawl, agonize, cry, doubt, whoosh , may you dare reach out and allow yourself to be seen, to be witnessed, to held, to embraced, to felt and to heard in all your glory
There is glory in your aching
There is grace in your vulnerability
You are paving a path
You are the epitome of “that which” has been on the wait to be met, held, embraced, seen, felt, heard and kissed
You are “that which” is ripe, ready and willing to be met, held embraced, seen, felt, heard and kissed