We often talk about the importance of holding space in this work. That it’s often not so much what we do, but how we create the environment where the other person can do what they need to do. With support, with guidance, with instruction if needed.
We talk less about what we are holding in that space. Trauma, yes. Suffering, of course. Optimism and hope, absolutely. But we also hold things that contradict and fight each other. Things that wriggle and resist and refuse to sit still. Things that are heavy and light, pulsing with energy, screaming with rage and stone cold silent.
We hold opposites and truths that cannot coexist and yet here we are, balancing them together. We hold the impossible, the unknown and the things that could never ever change. Until they do.
We need to learn to rest in this space, this place of transformation. And we need to take the time to rest away from it. To recover, to hold nothing, so we are ready to hold the next universe of stories and contradictions.