Let yourself unravel. Let all your defenses crumble. As they fall to the earth, you are safe to emerge. You don’t have to hide any longer. You can let yourself be seen, in your beauty and your mess--they’re both holy.
Lay down your sword--you don’t need defending. You are held by the Creator of all.
Let your weary muscles collapse. Let them be mended anew, with great Love and care.
You aren’t broken, you’ve just lost some alignment. You weren’t meant to carry that load, and it’s taken its toll on your body. But rest assured, you are healing. With each breath you are inhaling love, and exhaling pain.
You don’t have to be on guard...just play and enjoy this precious life.