Everything’s gunna be ok is something I used to whisper to myself over and over as my body shook for days on end, across many years
“Everything’s gunna be okay” “Everything’s gunna be okay” Over and over, Like a mother to her child
Without this kind of recovery, Without this sense of home, We are left with a bitter electricity In our body A kind of racing and never settling, A frantic search for reason, for peace, for rest.
“Everything’s gunna be okay” “Everything’s gunna be okay”
So often we race to understand, control, or predict what will happen next. We try to prevent everything from going wrong. These are little opportunities to trust the Plan, little portals into new realities, new energies of living. This is the feeling of life we so desire and dream of… within reach.
So, try to imagine a feeling. How would it feel if everything worked out? How would it feel if someone bigger or more powerful than you was taking care of you? How would it feel to come home? To arrive on time? To make ends meet?
How does that feel... in your body and breath? Breathe into this feeling. And if you’d like, let the music become associated with this feeling. I’ll help you remember when you leave this place and get to living. What a gift living can be.
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