I am the one who sits in this place I have been many times before.I am the one who sees myself restless and longing remembering that ease was once part of this practice of sitting.
I am the one who is braced against this chair this container…choosing to hold on instead of relaxing, releasing as I had done in the past.
Or am I reading this wrong?
I am the one, the image contained within the other…(the older image being the larger one)…my old way of being…supported by this relaxed version/vision held beneath/within waiting and being born.
What do you have to give me?
I offer you this re-visioning of what is real now.
What do you want from me?
I want you to relax into this birthing chair…release your grip on the arm of the past and open to the possibility of just sitting, waiting and letting go…allowing the process to unfold on it’s own. Trust what you know…remember the breaths between bearing down and how they allow movement to flow at its own natural pace.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
Love your tattered, worn and torn places…they will mend themselves if you let them.
Be Patient.
