Hey,
You might have arrived here because of your manic monkey mind.
You might have arrived here with rocks in your gut,
A hook in your heart.
You might have arrived here so damn tired.
Inhale,
Exhale.
No matter why or how you've arrived here,
This is the time to let go,
To breathe in to breathe out.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
Words don't always work.
Words don't always come when or how we need them.
And sometimes all that is needed is to nest,
To have a particular place,
A secret space where the whole point is to settle and rest.
Inhale,
Exhale.
It's okay to be quiet.
It's okay to not know what to say.
It's okay to need to curl up and curl in.
Inhale,
Exhale.
In that quiet,
We can sit with our dark confusions.
In that safety,
We contend the wounds.
In that softness,
We can feel held by something bigger than ourselves.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Wrap yourself in softness.
Be held,
Find a safe place,
Tend to your wounds.
It's okay.
Inhale,
Exhale.
In that quiet,
Turn toward the dark confusions.
Let them arise,
Give them space,
And then let them disappear.
Inhale,
Exhale.
It's okay to curl up,
To curl in,
To be quiet and settle.
Sometimes all that is needed is to nest,
Quiet,
Rest,
And live light.