I’ve spent so much time chasing, fearful to rest in the place that’s my body.
I’ve spent so much energy looking forward, hanging my happiness on the thens and whens.
I know, it’s safe to stop. It’s safe to rest. It’s safe to be with myself.
Coming Home to Now: a practice of pausing, of taking the space to rest and breathe.
Take stock and release all expectation.
Trust that you’re held.
Trust that you can release the burden of trying so damn hard.
Allow yourself to acknowledge how you feel now.
Allow yourself to sit with it. You don’t need to do anything about it.
Tune into inner safety, even if it’s just a flickering light.
Tune into the belief that it’s safe to stop.
No more looking outwards for answers.
Everything you need is already within you.
It’s safe to look my chronic illness in the eyes.
It’s safe to say hello, my friend.
I am with my body.
I am with myself.
I am home.
I’ve avoided you for so long, but now I see you’re here to help me.
I will stay with you.