Beloved—
I hear you.

You feel alone.
Unsupported.

As though the ground has forgotten your name.
As though your roots were never meant
to take hold here.

The pain pulses through you
until it begins to speak as you
And it becomes your identity:
the one support did not find.
The one the earth did not choose.

Oh Beloved…
Come closer.

Not to me,
to your breath.

Can you feel it
Breathing you?

You do nothing
Yet Love is breathing Life
into you every moment.

This
is Life
signing her name
on your existence.

Again.
And again.
And again.

She is whispering:

YES.

You are still here.
You are still held.
You are still wanted.

Can you feel your feet?
The earth herself
rising to meet you.
Not waiting for you to earn her,
not asking if you belong
but holding you
with every step.

It was hard to see.
Of course it was.
When the world breaks inside you,
even the ground can disappear.

But feel again.
She has not moved.

Do you feel your skin?
Life touching you
from every direction
like a quiet blanket
wrapped around your being.

Right here. 
Feel it.

Your hips…
resting in the chair.
How did they arrive here?
Who placed them so precisely
in this moment
of holding you?

Love did.

Not the kind you chased
the kind that never left.

And your spine
do you feel it?
This quiet pillar
rising through you
supporting you
even when you forgot
how to support yourself.

Did you know
Life loves you like this?

Not in ideas.
In your structure,
in your breath,
in contact with you,
Now.

And the sun
look at him.
Burning in the sky
without asking
if you deserve the light.

For you.
Even now,
in the places that feel most forsaken
support
is not absent.

It may be unnoticed.

Beloved—
you were never without ground.

You only forgot
in the moment of pain.

Remember now.

And you will discover
what held you then
is holding you still.

You are not the one
forgotten by Life.
You are the place
where Life
has never stopped
Loving Herself.

Raudri Maria Rippo