”Why are you holding on.” A simple sentence. The yoga teacher in my dream walked me through showing me how my hands were clenched my shoulders held and by whispering tenderly into my ear and then licking my ear – how touch had left my sense memory. Each moment this young man gently pointed out my bracing self – I breathed deeper and wondered at how all this had come to pass.
When did I engage my body to be my defense. It’s been a long 5 years, your illness, bracing against it’s effects, your death, holding back the deluge, long covid, my body rejecting me…
There’s a revolt that is decisive in its demand for attention.
So why are you holding on?