telling the truth you could not face
instead of tended.
- put the fire out (unburn)”
The hardest part of healing ourselves is the constant gathering. We are always gathering softness when we are desperate to form sharp edges, strength when we are completely depleted, our own life force when we are dry wells, and air when we can’t catch a breath. We are leaning hard into the reserve we carry inside ourselves, trusting it to keep providing. We are drawing hope and kindness from the people who have the energy to overflow into our pain. We are learning how to rise in the thickest parts of the storm.
We carry this memory in our bodies, in our souls, in our minds of being struck instead of tended. We hold the weight of it behind our rib cages and it’s ONLY in healing ourselves where we learn how to let it melt off our bones. Let it melt, and melt, and melt, and melt. Fall apart when you need to and then gather again. Pull what you need to from the solitude of the desert, from the offerings of your people, from the divine breath that moves through your lungs, from your own oasis - the one that lives deep inside of you and cannot be touched. Unburn yourself. Unharm yourself. Unbreak yourself. Over and over again until you have gathered everything you need to live without that weight in your chest. This is how you come alive.