Ask yourself,
What is here with me right now?
Is it grief,
Fear,
Loneliness,
Or a tender part,
Perhaps?
Breathe,
Softly,
Whatever is here,
See if you can simply notice,
Let it be.
Take another breath in through your nose,
And exhale slowly through your mouth.
This is simply one of those portals you are walking through.
You are holding your own hand as you walk through it,
And in the midst of that painful uncertainty,
There is that most tender part of our shared humanity.
It softens you,
Again and again.
It strips your defenses and calls you to rest,
Then to feel,
Then to connect.
There is an opportunity here.
You may find yourself drawn toward what is soft,
Toward what is simple,
Toward nature,
Animals,
Toward quiet presence,
And in those spaces,
Can you feel your own presence expand?
Can you feel that you are becoming more of yourself?
More of everything that is good and kind in this world?
You may remember that your most urgent desire to live resides not in urgency at all,
But in the simpler,
Tender moments,
And that even pain can become a doorway,
Dropping you back into the essence of your being.
Every small act of kindness now becomes a medicine.
This is it,
Right here,
This is the nectar.
Let us gather it like bees,
Let us make honey from the concrete flowers too,
The resilient ones that crop up only to insist on beauty.
And once you've begun to notice them,
You begin to notice more and more.
You are drawn to them,
And they are drawn to you.
Slowly,
Without force,
Without urgency,
Let us make honey.
