Walking Together

Walking Together – a poem

Hello my darling one,

I feel that my whole energy field is jangled and that there is a sensitivity on my skin because my nervous system is all out of whack.

How can I best help you dearest one? 

You are so important to me, more than important than anything.

You matter to me like the Earth needs the sun and rain.

You matter to me like my inhalations and exhalations.

There is no me without you and I’m wondering how you are doing?

This is a really big change, a huge one.  It’s one that used to shatter me into many pieces and it feels like that is happening again.

Oh, ya?  Is that right? The shattering isn’t necessarily a bad thing?  How is this shattering helping me do you think?

It’s giving me a chance to align myself differently with the world?  To position myself from a place of confidence and authority, those positions that I have learned about and explored over the past several years?

Hmmm, that makes sense.  What do you think I need to do to nurture myself during this shattering?

Breathe in confidence and breathe out doubt.  Breathe in all the beauty that I am and smile for all that I thought I was that is now in millions of pieces on the ground.

Go outside, lay on the snow and smile and breathe deeply.

Here I am, I am here.  As beautiful and vulnerable and cute as ever, but with a greater connection to myself and what matters to me.

Here I am, I am here, regardless of whether our foster dog is anxious, abused and recovering or not.  

Here I am, I am here, precious, sensitive and in need of care.

Here I am, breaking the cycles of abuse within me and around me by daring to turn within to nurture myself and be with myself while I am processing, discovering, thriving and struggling. 

Here I am.

I am here.

May I always be here for myself with every breath I take. 

Note from me about this poem:

I wrote this poem in December 2022 shortly after we welcomed a new dog into our family. He was a stray dog and he had a lot of anxiety and trauma. I was completely overwhelmed by his needs at first and I wrote this poem to help me process what I was feeling. Lately, life has been giving me opportunities to approach circumstances differently than I used to. I felt very much like this was one of those times, but I wasn’t sure how to approach anything differently. Writing this helped me connect to that fear and overwhelm and gave my maturity a chance to rise up from the scattered pieces of myself to guide me. I love reading this again, it helps me. May we all be blessed with inspiration about how we can best help, guide, and support ourselves! Big hugs!! xoxoxo Bradlee

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