Long Beach, Tuesday Morning, February 18
Tenderness.
Tenderness lives in our hearts and souls, BUT during times of trauma it gets tossed about and often hides out of sight.
Our bodies throb with over active adrenaline and our cells forget to calm down and our minds decide NOT time out, no matter what.
THIS is crisis….and trauma….and becomes one with us if we do not work with it.
Become a mother to oneself, as one would be to a wounded child.
We must wrap our arms around ourselves.
‘Shhhhh my darling, I will take care of you. You will be alright. I promise.”
How?
What brings you sweet pleasure?
Gazing at a beautiful flower? The smell of toast? The tinkle of chimes? The heaven of a bubbly warm bath?
When the catalyzing catastrophic event is no longer front and center, and a feeling of relief first seeps in, it is not ‘over’. Now the work BEGINS.
Our hearts can sing and cry at the same time.
Calling on Tenderness is key.