Welcome to Be With Melinda,
A space for sacred restoration and soul nourishment.
I'm Melinda,
And I invite you into a tender space of remembering,
A space to soften,
To feel,
And to receive what may have once been missing.
Our mothers gave us life,
And for many of us,
That gift was layered in complexity.
It can be challenging to release the ache of what was never spoken,
Never held,
Or never offered.
Forgiving our mothers is not about forgetting.
It's about softening the places within us that still carry the weight.
We carry both their tenderness and their absence,
Their gifts and their wounds.
Let this be a space where you begin to loosen the grip of blame and gently reclaim the love that still wants to live inside you.
This meditation is an offering of breath,
Presence,
And love,
Created to support your healing from the tender ache of the mother wound.
Whether your wound was born from absence,
Misunderstanding,
Or unmet emotional needs,
You are not alone.
You are seen,
And you are safe here.
Let's begin with a gentle breath.
Let it arrive like a whisper,
Welcoming,
Open,
And kind.
Now another,
More grounded this time,
More present,
More yours.
Let the breath wrap around your heart like the arms you always longed for.
Let it be a balm where absence once lived.
This is a space for honesty and tenderness,
A place to name the ache that never had words.
The longing,
The distance,
The confusion of being too much or not enough.
The moments you dimmed your light to stay loved,
To stay safe or small.
Today,
We give this wound air,
Not to shame it,
Not to judge it,
But to see it,
To honor the part of you that needed a mother and perhaps didn't receive what your soul remembered was possible.
Let the breath soften your belly.
Let it rise through your ribs and land in your heart.
You are allowed to grieve here,
To feel the rupture,
To remember the child within you who still waits to be chosen.
Now imagine a warm presence beside you,
The mother you always wished you had.
She may take the shape of a woman or the earth or the rhythm of the ocean or divine light itself.
She is here only to love.
She whispers,
You were never too much.
You were always worthy.
I see you.
I choose you.
I delight in you.
I love you.
Let those words fall into your being like a soft brain.
Feel them.
Receive them with grace and compassion.
I mother the parts of me still healing.
I allow myself to receive love fully and freely.
In this space,
You are both the healed and the healer,
The daughter and the divine mother,
The wound and the wonder.
Rest here for a few moments.
Feel the nourishment begin to root itself within you.
And when you're ready,
Return,
Not as the one who lacks,
But as the one who is learning to give herself everything she needs,
Breathe and whisper,
I am whole.
I am healing.
I am home.
Thank you for journeying with me today.
May you carry this softness with you always.
