Welcome.
You deserve this moment for yourself.
Before we begin,
Find a comfortable seat,
Really allowing yourself to arrive here in this space,
Letting go of anything you were carrying for even just the next few moments.
Gently close your eyes if that feels safe.
And take a slow,
Deep breath in.
And a slow,
Deep breath out.
You might feel the rhythm of your breath.
You might take a moment to wiggle your toes and feel the support of the ground beneath you.
The space you're creating for yourself.
You are here.
And you are enough.
And so I invite you to let go of any concerns for the moment.
And just listen to this brief poem,
Reminding you of all you do.
This week,
You have done little but performed small,
Quiet miracles.
You've met others in their moments of greatest fear and hope.
You held them steady as they teetered between the two.
Thank you.
This week,
In the space of an hour,
You've time-traveled through past,
Present,
And future,
Listening,
Attending,
Making sense of their experiences,
Without even leaving your seat.
Thank you.
This week,
You've held someone in the midst of chaos,
Hurt,
And confusion,
And helped them sift through the rubble,
Dust,
And ash,
Helping uncover the treasures within them,
Buried underneath.
This week,
You have done little but performed small,
Quiet miracles.
Thank you.
This week,
You've guided others through the breaking of the heart,
The opening of the spirit,
The lifting of the chin,
The straightening of the spine,
The filling of the lungs,
The exhaling of the breath,
To meet life with a little more courage,
A little less aloneness,
A little less despair.
This week,
You have done little but performed small,
Quiet miracles.
Thank you for what you bring.
Thank you for what you do.
Thank you for all of who you are in this work.
