In dedication for all of you, all the places that hurt, all the beloveds we have lost… I am holding you. I am holding all of you in my practice and my loving care.
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Oh, my heart,
I’m here.
I know it hurts.
I know it’s hard.
What do you need?
To weep.
To rest.
To be held.
To let go.
My hands
support your aches,
holding, allowing,
feeling the way you
tremble — not used to being held
rising and falling in cycle
with the oceans of tears
bathing this earth body,
noticing the way you expand
when you’re taken care of.
The warmth and love
from our contact
intermingling
with all the places
grief and rage linger
allowing
them to stay
allowing
them to be held
allowing for the lifetimes
of wounds underneath
all the layers,
all the armor,
to slowly release
and come undone
as the body gently
begins to sigh.
Sighs accompanying sighs
alongside your steady beats
in a deep embrace of letting go
felt throughout the body.
Oh, my heart,
I’m so sorry
for all you had to hold alone.
I’m here
and I won’t let you go.
—Lissa E.
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