Headspace

The healing space.

The shadow place.

Sacred visions.

Ritual.

Headspace.

Not everyone is allowed.

The entrance is barred.

Sealed.

Locked.

Few may open it.

The turnkey is the connection.

Consent is the latch.

Skillfully applied hinges can open that door.

But it takes trust.

A willingness to be vulnerable.

To be seen.

Revealing oneself is scary.

There is so much to fear.

Fear of losing.

A family so new.

Torn away.

A hurt so strong.

Not ready to let go.

Fear of succeeding.

Reaching a point where all else melts away.

Wondering what you’ll find there.

Who you’ll be.

Who you’ll see.

Bliss.

In knowing that none of it matters.

That time is no more.

And there is no good or bad.

Nothing ugly.

Only “yes”.

And “more”.

Finding a depth within you.

Resounding in places you feared weren’t there.

Where worlds could get swallowed.

And lost.

Then created.

And made new.

Fresh.

Gasping.

Clean and whole.

A sacred vision.

Of the shadow place.

A healing space.