All you have to do is ask

Been working

Going going going

Head bowed,

kidneys clenched

Quick—earth is burning

Burdens on shoulders

Be martyr—repent repent repent

And then—stop.

Fatigue

I need

I need

I need

Well, to be gentle

with me

Realize: really need tenderness,

Realize: really need Motherly love

spacious, all-accepting, always there

Really need to give that to myself

Been withholding adoration and sweetness from beautiful little body

Oh, fertile vessel. Sacred abode. Mysterious, pulsing creature. Just like you

I am vast and strange and lovely. Just like you. Yet withhold tenderness? No, that will not do

Unconditional love: the only way. Forgiveness. Over and over and over

Forgiveness. Over and over and over

Forgiveness. Over and over and over

Judgement, criticism, hatred made me deeply ill. Shame is disease. Want to scream this until my throat is slick with effort

Now show me every part of you. Unhide everything. Peel away the masks

I still love you. I still love you. And if I don’t, it’s because I’m scared

Doesn’t mean no boundaries. Doesn’t mean letting everyone and anyone in. ‘No’ is elegant, holy symphony

Perhaps simply softening, opening, curiosity. Seeing. Presence

Accepting and offering my soft body and to the body of the earth—ahhh, freedom

Tender touch. Barely felt

Can I be quiet enough to notice the subtlety?

Can I be still?

Everything around me, even my organs, moving—I am still

Here, a whisper, a prayer to myself:

May I know you, Georgina?

I’m having trouble feeling connected to you. Can you please show me how?

And then the chills. And tears. And oh oh darling, it’s because all you have to do is ask

And by Her grace, I felt. I came. Home again.

When you need support, I hope you can ask (yourself, a loved one, teacher, or guide), and that through this, you feel freer

You remember. You come home again

And when you are mean and critical and hot with shame, you forgive yourself

You ask—what am I scared of?

And you hold yourself sweetly. It’s ok. It’s ok, honey. It’s ok

Come home again