Divine beloved, help me trust when I cannot see, nor hear, nor make sense of, nor connect to, nor find the words for.
When the relentless swirling of anxiety and unhelpful thoughts overcome me like a tidal wave, may I trust that there are other workings afoot that I am unaware of.
May the sobs of grief part long enough so that I may listen for the whispers of trust even as impatience screams at me, perfectionism pulls me into descent, and loneliness engulfs my heart.
May trust be my cloak during the dark times of forgetfulness and in the light of remembering.
When my doubt overcomes me and my breath is shallow, may I trust in the signs that glimmer in the moonlight.
"You are still here."
Hummingbird tells me.
When I can't feel the ground beneath my feet, may I trust that my roots are anchored in heaven.
When I feel as though my very being is disintegrating, may I trust that this is when I am about to be reborn.
In love +gratitude, Claudia
Claudia is a nature lover, alchemist and dreamer. She lives with her life partner, Ilan and her beloved dog, Osa.