Mother, hear me. Help. I am not sure what my prayer is, but I am so weary. I feel heavy. Sadness and guilt are filling me. What do I do, Mother? What do I not see? Please, show me.
Your weariness is your ally, dear one. You are alive because you’ve been living. And lying— you’ve said yes when your knowing says no.
Slowness is peace. You own no one anything but your self everything and by honoring your self, your light may shine into the weary hearts of others.
Receive, dear one, receive.
Open and drink.
Go to the well. Go slowly.
You are are enough.
Just in this blip of now, you are enough.
You are enough.
You are just perfectly enough.
You did not hurt him. He hurt him. You did not hurt her. She hurt her.
You can not take their pain. It is their gift. Allow. Allow them their gift.
This pain of allowance, and the freedom it brings, is your gift.
Allow.
Go to the well, daughter.