Hello,
This is Zia.
Let's spend a few minutes gently meeting our feelings of loneliness in a simple and compassionate way while helping ourselves to connect deeper.
Begin by giving yourself a self-hug,
Right hand under the left armpit and left hand on the outside of your upper right arm.
Continue to hold yourself saying,
I am here,
Holding me.
Now softly scan your body.
Where might loneliness live today?
I wonder if you feel it as a weight in the ribs or perhaps it's a knot in your throat.
Let your attention rest where loneliness lingers.
Breathe into that place,
Just noticing,
No need to change it,
Allowing yourself to meet it.
Now,
Gently scanning the space around you,
Bring your attention to rest on one thing that feels neutral but steady.
Let yourself experience the neutrality.
Perhaps it's the floor beneath you,
The hum of a fan,
The sound of the breeze outside your window.
Then allow your attention to land on one thing that brings you joy or a positive feeling.
Perhaps it's a sunbeam,
Your favorite color,
The way shadows bend,
Or even your favorite object.
Experience that feeling of joy or happiness as you rest your mind upon it.
Now,
Begin to picture your loneliness,
Your joy,
And your neutrality as strands that can be used to weave a magic blanket.
Feel it forming around you,
Stitching together what's tender,
What's bright,
What's solid.
Let this blanket give you exactly what you need.
Comfort,
Containment,
A quiet holding without emptiness.
Let it wrap you in the safety of solitude,
Where nothing is missing and you are just here with yourself.
Imagine the effect of this blanket deepening.
Its threads are made of everything you've noticed.
The deep ache,
The light,
The ordinary hum,
Weaving them all together so instead of erasing loneliness,
It transmutes it into a quiet knowing.
I am here,
The world is here,
We are always in dialogue.
Breathe into this space where solitude becomes sanctuary.
Not a hollow,
Not an emptiness,
But a homecoming.
Your nervous system is learning.
Loneliness is not absence,
It is the space where belonging begins.
Each time you weave this blanket,
You're rewiring the old story that said alone means unsafe.
Now it whispers,
Even my loneliness is part of the fabric of my life.
Let your hands relax now,
But keep this woven warmth.
Loneliness may visit again and you'll remember.
You are the weaver,
The blanket,
And the quiet knowing of how to belong.
