Tender Strength

Finding a way to feel the fear, but still enter the heart.

Hi, my lovely readers,

I've been paying close attention to what my body tells me as she absorbs the world around her. Especially how she is meeting and swallowing and swimming in the water lately. When I study what my body gives me as a response to my role as a helper where I can, and witness where I must, I have to master where I steady myself in my body. My heart must be inhabited, but I've experienced a curious and subtle withdrawal from this place, especially when I'm most in need of seeing, feeling, rooting into, and expressing from her.

While I teach how to be with and in the heart, I do not fully acknowledge how very afraid I am to do this myself at times. The act of entering the heart, as we must, provokes a fear of it, its power and potency, and simultaneously a fear of its safety and well-being. But to remain afraid of the heart, its strengths and vulnerabilities, is to lose our center. An anchored staff, eyes of light.