I learned to be quiet
It was safer that way
I wouldn’t get in trouble
Wouldn’t be hurt.
Even as an adult
After all these years
I can feel it in my nervous system when I have a voice
A visceral fear arises
"Did I say something wrong?"
"Am I going to be annhilated?"
It doesn’t matter what my logical mind thinks
It’s in my body - fight or flight
And for me it’s been mainly flight
But that is the gift of practice
We witness the self and go beyod
Wounds of the soul run deep
But they dont have to rule us…
So as you come to your practice today
Allow yourself to breath, chant and move fully
Allow yourself to feel all of who you are
And trust that this coming home is what will heal you, empower you and liberate you