Emotions swirl obscuring my presence-
Slowly now
Unpack, name, acknowledge one at a time
Who’s here?
It’s ok – it’s not just something people say, if said with purpose.
To name – to see – to acknowledge – to give space…
For my panic
– acute and sharp and urgent.
For my pain
– surprising, sudden and broad.
For my vulnerability
– to say out loud “I’m not okay’, again, twice more, limitlessly without shame or attacking my independence.
For my impatience to heal
– impeding my movements, blocking my tears
For my willingness
– to pause and see who’s here and offer grace best that I can
and live in the Guesthouse Rumi offered
and occasionally rest my head
and cool my eyes from seeing.
