What comes up.

I’ve been sitting down with myself this morning, after the chaos of the past couple of weeks has kept me from it. Not just the busyness but also the feeling that I may not be able to handle what comes up. I haven’t just not had time for it, I’ve also actively avoided it for fear of being completely overwhelmed by what might be lurking under the surface, ready to bubble up and overflow the moment I close my eyes and breathe deeply enough to quiet the noise of the outside world.

I sat this morning prepared for that, for an avalanche. Ready to be swamped and to spend the morning under the covers or in puddles of tears if that’s what I had to do. But none of that came at all.

I just heard two words. A gentle, quiet ‘thank you’.

Thank you for coming back.
Thank you for this moment.
Thank you for being here.

It was a relief to be reminded that my body knows what there is space for. It knows what I am able to deal with, what I have capacity for right now.

It knows what I need, even when my mind doesn’t. Especially when my mind doesn’t.

I have experienced plenty of examples, I’ve collected evidence of this over the years, of how important nurturing my inner world is, of how well it supports me when I listen for and give it what it needs. But I still forget, I still get drawn and dragged away from it at times, by life, maybe for this kind of powerful reminder, that always eventually comes.

Being with our selves, tuning into our bodies, our senses, what we know deep inside, is a skill, a gift that we all have.

It’s there for us to use, to grow and to heal. All it ever asks and wants in return is a little bit of our time and presence each day.

All we need to get the most out of it is to be able to stay with it despite what we fear it might show us. To trust what I am being reminded of now, that what comes up is always what we need to hear, what we can handle hearing, next.