I offer this space as sacred, to all of your wild,

small, fierce, tender, roaring pain, your joys and confusion.

Abundantly accepted and celebrated. 

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Your perfect, my perfect is in all the glorious mess of complexity

and in the silence, in the not known

and in the broken, healing, finding, holding places between. ​

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I promise to be more of me. ​

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I offer the grace of this space to welcome in more of you. 

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That we hold our side with tender courage to make a deeper whole. 

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To meet and be met in all small, wide, heaving, weeping,

crawling, growing, failing, trying, flying, dancing places

we walk through together. 

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That this space and time is precious, I honour this for you

and for myself too.

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It is my responsibility to hold and honour the sacredness of our space, this is mine to do. 

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I ask that you hold our space together from your side

with the same precious responsibility. 

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I ask that this space is private and where utter confidentiality

(for all time and space) is promised. 

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Together we build a mountain of respect and appreciation

shaped by our differences and our sameness. 

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That interruption of any kind is a foul fiend

that we take care to remove from our time together

unless brought in as a potential event on the horizon

and agreed, together.