Welcome beloved one.
Let yourself arrive like dusk settling over a quiet meadow.
Let the noise soften into a hush.
And let your breath begin to speak.
Draw in a slow inhale,
Releasing a gentle sighing exhale.
Let it be enough.
Let it be everything.
Let it be the rhythm of your return.
Feel your body,
This sacred vessel.
Feel its weight,
Its warmth,
Its quiet pulse.
You are here.
You are safe.
You are held.
And now begin to notice,
Is there a tightness,
Like vines curling around your chest?
A flutter,
Like wings trapped in your ribs?
A restlessness,
Like wind searching for a direction?
Let it speak.
Let it be heard.
Let it be honored.
For anxiety is not your enemy.
It is a messenger,
A whisper from within.
A signal,
A flare in the fog.
An early warning system,
Ancient and wise.
It's trying to protect you,
Even when it arrives uninvited,
Unannounced,
Unrelenting.
Can you honor it?
Can you thank it for its vigilance?
Can you ask it what it needs?
Let yourself feel.
Feel the pull of anxiety towards the future.
The worry,
The what-ifs,
The swirling unknowns.
And gently,
Lovingly,
Bring yourself back.
Back to this breath.
Back to this moment.
Back to this body.
You are not in danger.
You are not broken.
You are simply out of balance.
And that is okay.
That is human.
Let your breath be your anchor.
Let it guide you home.
Long exhales.
Let it smooth the jagged edges.
Let it soften the sharp corners.
And with curiosity,
Now ask yourself gently,
Can I honor anxiety as a signal?
Can I listen without fear?
Can I respond with compassion?
And let the answers rise like mist from morning earth.
Let them be enough.
You do not need to fix it.
You do not need to fight it.
You only need to feel it.
To hold it.
To love it.
And repeating softly like a sacred vow,
I honor my anxiety.
I listen to its message.
I respond with compassion.
I am safe.
I am here.
And let these words settle into your bones.
Let them wrap around the places that ache.
And now ask yourself,
What part of me is asking for care?
What part of me feels out of balance?
What part of me longs to be loved?
And let the answers come.
Let them surprise you.
Let them be enough.
And staying here for a few more breaths,
Let stillness hold you.
Let the breath carry you.
And if your mind wanders,
Bring it back to kindness.
Bring it back to breath.
Back to your body.
Back to this moment.
You may feel lost at times,
But you are not lost.
You are not too far gone.
You are here.
You are whole.
Begin to return slowly,
Wiggling your fingers like the leaves in the breeze.
Feel the air kiss your skin.
Take a deep breath in and sigh it out like an offering.
And when you're ready,
Open your eyes.
Let the light greet you like an old friend.
Let the world meet you anew.
And you may you carry this peace with you.
Knowing that anxiety will inevitably return again.
But we can walk beside it like a gentle companion.
As we whisper again and again,
I am safe.
