
image from Milk Teeth, Julie Morstad
contracting for deep care: for you, for me
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.
