As I wake up this morning, I notice an all-encompassing sense of hopelessness (another layer revealing itself), and I notice a difficulty in meeting and welcoming it.
I find a very quiet welcome, a quiet thank you for it’s protection and love for me. Still, it feels difficult.
How would it be to welcome the difficulty in meeting and welcoming what’s here?
You are welcome here. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for your love for me.
I notice the difficulty in meeting what’s here is already welcome, it’s already allowed. When I notice it’s here to protect me, there is thankfulness. When I notice it’s devotion to me and love for me, there is love – it’s for me, and mine for it. And there is a shift. A relief. A release.