Hold yourself during those moments where no one else is available to
Sit with yourself and breathe
just breathe
Hold yourself when it feels like everything is falling apart
Hold yourself when it feels like you can’t see the way forward
Feelings aren’t facts, they come and go
Remember you are your guarantee
All things will come and go
All things will pass
You will be the one who stays
What is yours will be yours
albeit temporary
B R E A T H E
Your breath is with you
You can connect to it when you feel alone
When you feel unstable
You are with you
You are enough
What is meant to be will be
You don’t have to force anything or anyone to stay, what is meant to stay will stay
and when it is time for it to go, it will go
Allow the flow
Hold yourself when it feels like there is no one else
You are there
and you are enough
You are not less worthy because something or someone exists your space
You are whole
You are there
Hold yourself
Hold yourself tightly
Give yourself the love you are wishing from another
You can fill yourself up with love
Your love
You are the guarantee
Through the ups, downs, good, bad, in betweens
You are there
Hold yourself in these tender moments
B R E A T H E
DEEP B R E A T H
You are okay
and will be okay
Hold yourself
You are enough
You are complete
The external stuff is in constant motion, the external will change
But you will be there through all of this
Hold yourself through the change
Hold yourself with grace
Hold yourself with compassion
Be there
Present
Holding you
Hold
Lost and Found
Some days it feels like nothing goes my way. My jacket zipper gets stuck. I miss the train by seconds. I travel far for a project that doesn’t pan out. My hair gets brutally tangled in my necklace. I glance at the clock and suddenly I’m running late. I blindly sit on someone’s spilled coffee. A stranger’s bad breath poorly concealed by minty gum is blown towards my face. It takes the cashier 5 painful minutes to return me my change.
Is the world against me? Or am I moving too quickly and have missed the lesson here?
I watch other people pass me by and wonder if their life is easier. Maybe their zippers never get stuck.
I start thinking that if maybe I was someone else then misfortune would somehow escape me.
I know it’s ridiculous to think this – but I do it anyway. Then I come here and write about it.
Then I get over it and come back to the moment.
I play tug of war with the now and my rambling mind. The endless commentary in my head seems to win most of the battles. Yet even in the chaos of my inner world I arrive at luxurious moments of peace.
Then it’s lost again.
Then found.
Then lost.
Then found.
I realize it’s not about how many times I fall but how quickly I get up, beat the thick brown dust off my warrior body and keep on truckin’.
Truck, truck, truckin’.
Truckin’, truckin’.
Truck, truck, truckin’.
Just never gonna stop.