I bless you, oh dear Pain.

I could’ve stayed in prayer all day but that’s not where my practice lies. I breathe into the contraction. Mustering strength through my wobbly knees, asking this pain to show me all she has to hold.

This current and most recent spell of confusion, disorientation and pain came out like a thunderstorm. All catalyzed by newness. When I track back over the past week, I remind the part of my mind that seeks to identify how I’ve created this, that seeks to identify the ways I’ve fucked up and therefore deserve the pain on some fundamental level, that I’ve been following Spirit astutely. I’ve been following the flow of Life with integrity, so this is All here, once again, for a reason.

What is your reason, love? I can see glimpses of this answer and patiently wait for the remaining insight.

Waiting as an act of devotion.

These wounds run deep like canyons. Covering vast amounts of space. Catching air tunnels and water puddles as the weather shifts. I look to the reference points outside of me – yes, this all makes sense.

I bless you, oh dear pain. And bury you deep in my heart. All of your nourishment, all of your wisdom. I trust you and trust your presence. Even in the midst of not trusting my own mind, I trust your reason for being here and welcome your medicine full on.

Hi, I’m Liz Moyer Benferhat. Writer, facilitator, coach, and development practitioner dedicated to the subtle interplay between how inner transformation feeds the outer transformation we need in the world. Welcome 🌿