Bigger Hands

Bigger Hands

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,

Where your thoughts never think to wander,

This beginning has been quietly forming,

Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,

Feeling the emptiness growing inside of you,

Noticing how you willed yourself on,

Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety

And the gray promises that sameness whispered,

Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,

Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,

And out you stepped onto new ground,

Your eyes young again with energy and dream,

A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear

You can trust the promise of this opening;

Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning

That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;

Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;

Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,

For your soul senses the world that awaits you. ~John O’Donohue

I read this blessing this morning and it just seemed to brilliant not to share.  So timely and appropriate.  Today feels like the time for new beginnings.  The past few weeks have been intense to say the least.  Somehow in sharing my grief and my story, the burden was held by each of you.  It made the burden I have to carry just a little lighter.  I have allowed myself to be vulnerable, raw and to be seen.  Each of you in turn has shown up via phone call, email, text, comments, holding my hand, looking me in the eye, touching me on the shoulder, just letting me know I am lovable just as I am.  (Something that the situations of the past 2-1/2 years made me doubt.)

Today, I woke feeling gratitude for all of the love that is present in my life.  I felt the knots in my heart and solar plexus and stomach loosen their hold.  I felt understanding wash over me that this is as it should be.  There will still be grief and loss, but I can hold it now. This grief can come and go until it fades in time, changing me into whatever I am to become.   I know now, I would rather be alone than with someone who doesn’t have hands big enough to support me and the work I want to do in this world.  Somehow I feel stronger now.  I know it is due to each of you and your collective hands being here to hold space for me.  So… THANK YOU!  I am honored and grateful to be a part of this community alongside each of you. May we all be blessed with friends with big hands to hold space for us as we grow and begin again.

 

 

ABOUT AUTHOR

Elizabeth Delaney