Sometimes the biggest and most lasting healing begins when you allow yourself to be in loving acknowledgement of what is.

You simply stop running.

You stop minimising yourself or brushing away.

And face it head on, bare and vulnerable under the dark clouds of it all.

Healing is feeling all the way, ALL THE WAY, until the sun comes out again.

I’ve come to understand that healing doesn’t always have to be a big AhhHA or loud or fast…sometimes it takes many years to process big uncomfortable things and that is ok.

Perhaps its maturity or a sign of growth or simply when your body signals to you it’s time to learn to let it go and move this through,

I can’t hold this for you anymore.

The ability to allow yourself to feel it all with a heart that has soft permeable walls, instead of a hard calcified prison that nothing can get past…is true bravery.

I don’t feel we acknowledge this enough.

Softened hearts are the most courageous of them all.