Hello,
Beautiful.
I'm so grateful you're here with me right now.
Close your eyes and.
.
.
Let yourself take a big,
Deep inhale.
And then let it all out as you lower your shoulders.
Until your stomach relax.
Let yourself ease into a nice,
Easy rhythm.
Feeling your breath move in.
And doubt.
One.
And now.
There's a certain kind of tiredness.
That comes from always being the strong one.
The one who remembers.
The one who checks in.
One who keeps everything from falling apart.
And somewhere inside,
All of that caring.
You begin disappearing from your own view.
Take a slow breath in.
And let it leave your body gently.
Feel your shoulders soften downward.
Feel your chest loosen.
And the muscles around your eyes.
Release.
Imagine now.
That you are standing in a great house.
A beautiful old house filled with rooms.
And in every room.
There is evidence of your love.
Bold and Laundry.
Answered Messages Meals prepared,
Comfort given.
Calendars managed.
Tears wiped away.
Everywhere you look.
You can see the ways you've cared for others.
You walk slowly through the house,
Room after room.
And as you move through it,
You begin to notice something.
Every room is full.
Except.
.
.
At the end of the hallway is a door.
You place your hand upon it.
Turn the handle gently.
And step inside.
The room is empty.
This room belongs to you.
For so long you've poured your energy outward.
Help everyone else's emotions.
Anticipated everyone else's needs.
And this room inside you has waited patiently.
For your return.
Notice how quiet it is in here.
There are no demands or expectations.
Or anyone needing anything from you.
Just relax.
Space.
Walk slowly to the center of the room.
Sunlight spills gently through the windows,
Warm and golden.
Soft dust floating in the air.
There's a chair waiting for you there.
Sit down and rest.
Feel the stillness.
Beginning to wrap around you.
Like a blanket around your tired shoulders.
Your nervous system exhales.
Your heart softens.
And something inside of you whisper.
There you are.
Feel what happens when you stop reaching outward.
For just a moment.
Energy slowly begins returning.
Like water steadily filling an empty well.
You were never meant to survive on depletion.
Even the earth rests.
Even oceans pull back from shore.
Even the sun disappears each evening.
Before rising again.
Place a hand over your heart now.
And feel its gentle rhythm.
This heart has carried so much.
And now?
It's asking for tenderness too.
Sit here a little longer.
Inside this quiet room within yourself.
Let it become familiar.
That I have become.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
You Bye!
You you you
