Hold me with the absolute presence of your body, your heart, your breath.

Hold me in a way that allows me to feel I have a home in your arms.

Hold me in a way that is safe, so safe that I can release my hurt, that my tears can flow, that I can tremble and shake to the depths of my being.

Hold me in a way that acknowledges me, that every point of contact feels me.

Hold me in a way accepts me for nothing other than being.

Hold me in a way that allows the world to disappear for a moment as I regain myself.

Hold me in a way that I feel the openness of your heart opening mine.

Hold me in a way that allows me to be restored from the trials of life.

Hold me in way that allows me to release, to relax my breath and my body to soften.

Hold me with love,

And I will hold you in the same way!!!

~ Jonti Searll

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The question is “how much of it is me?”

It is easy to see my wife’s barriers to intimacy but not see easy to see mine.

Maybe it is all me?

Either way it is a great way to look at it.

I can’t do anything about my wife’s “stuff” - that is down to her - but the more I can find out about mine. The more of my shit I can get out of the way the better.