02/09/2024
✨Host✨
Been thinking lots about how often folks show up in my office wanting to heal a part of themselves, while shutting down so many other parts (obviously relatable).
Don’t get me wrong, this is ok. Of course this is ok. It’s a strategy that helps us stay safe, bear the pain, or cope with life as we know it.
AND when we hold the possibility of healing in one hand, may we also hold in the other all parts of ourselves who are messy, who wake us up at night, who makes us cringe and worse. They will come forward eventually, whether we invite them or not, especially when we begin to tend to the garden. We have begun to make our home warm again, of course they will come.
May we welcome them with open hands; the continuous renewal of an opening to ourselves every morning. When we’re ready. As we become ready.
I love this poem, so I’ll share it with you. Sometimes I read it in clinic; sometimes it’s for my patients, sometimes it’s for me🤲🏻
“Invite it all.
Invite the discomfort, the messy, even the icky.
Invite the exposed, the embarrassing, and the not-so-graceful.
Invite the miscalculation, the unrealistic, and the sass.
Invite the dramatic, the poor-form,
And don’t forget the hypocritical.
You might as well laugh. Do more than laugh. Enjoy it.
I’d say invite the ego, but it already invited itself,
So rather, treat it nicely.
Give it a seat at the party, like anyone else.
Invite fear. Be kind to it.
It never meant to hurt anything,
It just loves you a great deal.
More than it can stand, sometimes.
Invite the ache. In fact, give the ache the comfiest chair.
Keep its drink full and hang on its words.
This is your first of honour.
We owe this whole party to the ache.
That’s where we strive from. It’s the emptiness we fill.
Where art is put on canvas. Where songs are born.
That’s where we’re raw.
Invite the blood. It’s full of life. Edgy. Inarguably real.
Be a good host. Invite it all.
Maybe courage will shop up.
I hear it loves a good party.
Maybe wisdom will recognize the opportunity.
Maybe peace will be drawn to the gathering.
Maybe.
May be.
Outside, the owl is watching. Content. Full of love.
Invite it all.”
~”Host,” by Shayla Paradise