Week 51 - Sitting in the Power

You Matter

I matter.

My first breath happened because I matter.

My parents created me because I mattered.

I grew as a new being in a wounded home, among wounded people pretending to be adults, doing what they knew how to do, passing on their wounds to their offspring. The pretending adults did what they learned from other pretending adults and they followed the protocol. The wheels of time continue.

Awareness takes hold and learning happens.  Children become adults and learn to be happy amidst the wounds that enfold them. We learn. We become aware. We change the cycle. We grow.

I forgot I matter. We forget we matter.

Through the trauma, the wounding, the rewounding and the learning, healing happens when we acknowledge we matter.

You matter. I matter. We matter.

Do you believe it?

Can you accept the words you matter?  

Is your inside voice reminding you that you do not matter?

My inside voice reminds me I do not matter and I repeat… I matter.

Habits take time to break. We are worth the time it takes to remember.

I matter. You matter.

The pain is happening so we can remember we matter.

Hold Out Your Hand

Poem by Julia Fehrenbacher

Let's forget the world for a while

fall back and back

into the hush and holy

of now

are you listening? This breath invites you

to write the first word

of your new story

your new story begins with this:

You matter.

You are needed—empty

and naked

willing to say yes

and yes and yes.

Do you see

the sun shines, day after day

whether you have faith or not

the sparrows continue to sing

their song even when you forget to sing yours

stop asking

Am I good enough?

Ask only

Am I showing up

with love?

Life is not a straight line

it's a downpour of gifts,

please—hold out your hand