I have found that it’s of service to assume, there is something. Going on inside every person in front of me at any given moment. (Inside me too, at any given moment. Sometimes I know the shape and story of it, and other times, it’s below my language or consciousness, but yes oh yes there is much there, floating, flowing, churning, laughing, weeping, sleeping...screaming.) There is something — I am guessing there is something because the human body and heart are boundless in their multidimensional capacity to hope and dream, experience and grow, bump into challenges, lose and go on, and cycle through countless overlapping arcs waves and spirals — that I may or may not be brought into the confidences of...in the moment. Later. Ever. But, what if we keep in mind, there are things we don’t know that we don’t know, and those too are in the room now and always. All that is not, cannot, be seen. The ongoing grief, the brand new diagnoses, the states of shock. The private dreams too precious and tender to share. The left turns and redirections to who knows where yet. The imprints of all we have witnessed and felt, and all those who came before us witnessed and felt and weren’t able to process. The recurrences. The news that is so amazing and joyful that we don’t know if it’s truly real or safe to share out loud. The violence, the sexual trauma, the addictions, and the nonlinear healing processes. The patterns within patterns within patterns. The falling in love, before anyone knows it. The uncertainty, the groundlessness. Perhaps, more slack can be extended, more space made available, for all that is being held. I don’t know what that is for you today, this week, this year, this season of your life. But I see you in here, holding it, tending to it, nurturing, exploring, and perhaps sometime, when it’s right for you, sharing and releasing. In the meantime, keep breathing. I love you. #selfhealing #theonlykind #begentle #takeiteasy #breathe #iloveyou