Hello friend.
Settle into stillness.
Feel the weight of your body.
Supported by the ground beneath you.
Let your breath be slow.
Each inhale filling.
Each exhale softening.
The world moves forward.
Time flows.
Yet here in this moment,
Nothing is rushed.
Imagine an old clock.
Sitting on a shelf.
Its hands frozen in place.
It once kept perfect time.
Ticking with certainty.
But something happened.
A fall.
A missing piece.
Neglect.
And so it stopped.
Perhaps your trust once moved like that clock.
Steady.
And reliable.
Until something cracked.
Perhaps betrayal.
Perhaps a loss.
Or a movement that made you stop believing.
And for a while maybe it felt safer to stay still.
After all if the hands don't move,
On the clock,
Time can't disappoint.
As we tell ourselves,
If we don't trust anyone,
Nothing can break.
Nothing can hurt us.
But trust like time,
Is meant to move.
Take a slow breath in.
And let it out fully.
You see the first step to fixing a clock isn't forcing its hands forward.
It's looking inside.
What if trust isn't about rushing ahead,
But about tending gently to what's within.
With each inhale,
Imagine turning a small,
Rusted gear inside of yourself.
With each exhale,
Feel it loosen just slightly.
No need to force anything.
Just breathe.
Just soften.
Sometimes the only thing broken is neglect.
Sometimes all trust needs is attention.
Bring awareness to where doubt lingers in your body.
Maybe your shoulders,
Held tightly.
Maybe your chest,
Guarded.
Maybe your hands,
Gripping without realizing.
And breathe warmth into these places.
Not to erase.
Not to fix.
Just to notice.
The hands of a clock don't leap forward all at once.
They move in small,
Measured clicks.
Trust rebuilds in the same way.
Small,
Measured moments of courage.
And feel your breath moving,
Like those slow,
Steady hands.
Inhale.
Click.
Exhale.
Click.
You are moving forward.
The clock was never truly broken.
It was only waiting for care.
And just because something stopped,
Does not mean it can't start again.
To trust again is not about forgetting.
Nor is it about forcing a belief.
To trust is about deciding to move.
Once more.
You don't have to know the whole future.
You don't have to know how it all turns out.
You only have to hear the next tick.
Breathe in.
Feel the warmth of time moving again.
Breathe out.
Feel yourself begin to trust the rhythm.
And as you begin to bring your practice to a close,
Remind yourself that a clock once paused,
Its hands held tight.
It feared the weight of time's old bite.
Yet dust was brushed,
The gears returned,
And time,
Once lost,
Again was earned.
Not all at once,
Not rushed,
Not fast.
But step by step,
It ticked at last.
Trust need not sprint,
Nor leap,
Nor race.
It simply starts with gentle pace.
Take one final deep inhale and exhale fully.
When you're ready,
Allow your eyes to open.
Trust does not ask for leaps,
Only steps.
Even the smallest movement forward is still progress.
The clock moves forward,
And so do you.
May your mind,
Your body,
And your spirit be abundant with peace and the intention to trust once more.
Until we meet again,
Namaste.
