Dear Pain,
I see you. I know you are there.
Yet, I realize I struggle to meet you.
I am a thinker, a beautiful creator of ideas that flutter colorfully in my brain.
In thinking, I often do not come down to meet you and sit with you.
I think about holding and nursing you but then don't actually.
I realize that my thinking gets in the way of opening my heart to you and melting into you.
Feeling. Feeling. Feeling.
Welcome my dear Pain.
Come lay in my arms and in my warmth.
I am still.
Love,
A Softer Me
In gratitude for the teachings of Sheryl Paul in Conscious Transitions and her powerful Trust Yourself Class
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