One of the most radical acts a person can do is to hold space for another to voice their pain.
Holding space with the intention of deep listening facilitates healing, and in turn, creates well-being. Imagine living in a community where you could easily find a person who would be willing to hold space for you. What would shift if folks had consistent and dependable access to compassionate listeners?
Today I share a simple but profound practice to support wellbeing. You may repeat this practice as often as you wish. You also may enjoy journaling or drawing upon completion of the practice.
I’ve been slowly slurping up the wisdom found in Masanobu Fukuoka’s The One-Straw Revolution. Several times a week, I read from Fukuoka’s collection of essays, which on the surface, are about how to garden naturally. Below the surface, his words reflect a spiritual path to walk softly on the earth.
From an early age, rage was a familiar feeling. I have vivid memories of holding my arms down by my side in a concerted effort not to raise my fists. I can recall heat surging through my body and my teeth grinding together. The need to scream was great and sometimes I did. The rage felt so big…
Yesterday, February 2, marks the halfway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox or Imbolc: a cross-quarter holiday for those who follow the Wheel of the Year. In honor of my Irish ancestors, I made soda bread with dried blueberries and enjoyed a slice this morning as I watched the snow fall in Northeast Tennessee.