Listen When You Need To Feel Held

A gentle space to soften your defenses and remember you are not broken. This meditation offers a container of nonjudgment, where you can breathe, feel, and be exactly as you are. Come back to safety — within yourself.

Transcript

I love creating a container, An incubator, A womb of non-judgment, A sacred space to feel, To heal, To unfold, To grow, A space free from the threat of strikes against you, Based on someone else's interpretation of your thoughts, Feelings, And actions, A space that affirms your trust in yourself to find your way and gently encourages trust in the process. I have yet to sit with a client whose core, When relaxed and unguarded, Carries true intent for harm. We are all in transit, Coming and going, Becoming and unbecoming. None of us have arrived. None of us lives in heaven on earth, Because earth, By nature, Holds both beauty and breaking. We pass through moments that feel like heaven, And others that echo like hell, And everything in between. All of us traveling the rise and the fall, Catching glimpses of life in both the light and the dark, Thriving and dying in small ways, All at once. And the therapy space is where it is all acknowledged, Where we live and speak and express without the protective mask, Without the threat of external shame or blame. The four walls of my therapy room feel like a shield, Guarding the tender work of self-healing, A space that whispers, Even with all these cuts and bruises, You are not broken. The walls protect raw humanity, And as I have come to see it, They guard what has been divinely created, You. They protect people just like you, Because you are sacred, You are holy. They protect honesty, Hope, And humility. They protect the laying down of our defenses and the constructions of the human ego, So that the spirit can breathe fresh air without fear of vulnerability's risk. When we walk out of those four walls, My hope is that something has quietly grown. Courage. Bravery. I speak those words carefully because there is nothing I desire more than to send my clients into a world that does not require them. I wish I could send everyone I love into a world that will not wound them, Will not cause their breath to quicken with discomfort or pain. But the truth that aches my therapist's heart is that it will. And so we keep our armor and our shields. But now we are protecting something not new, Only more developed. Because it's always been there. And that is what I call love. When we walk out of these four walls, Each day, Each week, Each month, We practice protecting love with love. We move away from protecting fear with fear. That is the deeper purpose of this carefully held space. Like a mother who instinctively protects her child. Whose body, Without conscious effort, Does what is needed for the life growing within. That is why I love being a therapist. The 50-minute session becomes the womb, And the love itself is what's being formed, Nourished, And strengthened. Some may call it the Holy Spirit. Some may call it our collective oneness. Some may simply call it compassion. I choose to call it love. I have witnessed its essence, A living energy that can be nourished or depleted. And I've found that it's my purpose on this earth. To create a space where it can grow.