A Healing Stance...
I live and breathe and
wander Earth
with open heart,
now, rooted
strong back rising heavenward.
I am surrounded
by Love.
I breathe her in,
And ‘Let Go’ with each exhale.
A Healing Stance…
I notice my body.
Tight, constricted spaces,
past traumas perhaps.
I feel into them
with compassionate fingers,
massaging spicy balm
over each cell.
I practice tenderness,
love
I go gently with mySelf.
A Healing Stance…
I see my Infant Self,
her conception and
helplessness.
I comfort her
holding her close
in my arms,
remembering screaming parents,
chaos encircling her.
Slowly by Slowly
the quiet will come.
I show her the space beyond.
A Healing Stance…
Angry toddler
has no control
and so she acts in Rage.
She cannot escape tumultuous
home.
I scoop her up
plant kisses upon her head.
Soothing whispers,
my lips brush her rosebud ear.
She melts,
softening like butter,
and giggles.
A Healing Stance…
Lil’ Fearful one is eight,
lying alone
engulfed by darkness
fearful of demons, satan,
monsters,
her mother’s stories,
swirling around her.
She chants her mantra
of protection
until she falls into fitful sleep.
A Healing Stance…
When Lil’ Fearful One shows up,
I sit her on my lap
in the dark.
We look around
soft colors appear.
“You are safe” I assure her.
“You are here with me
And you are whole.”
“The stories are only stories,
perceptions from your mother’s world.”
Our nervous systems align
flowing into peace.
A Healing Stance…
Judgmental One armors up,
protecting her heart, for
no one can be trusted.
The world is black and white,
she thinks.
Right and Wrong.
This and That.
Us and Them.
Gray, she was taught,
is an evil color.
A Healing Stance…
When Judgmental One shows up,
I tenderly stroke her cheek,
unclench her fists,
release her jaw.
“Notice the breeze
blowing through the trees”,
I beckon.
“Listen to the sound of the wind”
“What you judge is what you repress”,
I remind her.
Everything Belongs
even suffering.
We are all capable of great good
and great harm.
I feel into Love.
I choose Love.
I am human.
Healing Stance…