He never reached for her. He never invited her to be in his arms. He sat, with open arms and a wide open heart. Wide open. He sat wide open, holding space, and waiting for her to land in his arms if she needed. It wasn’t his job to ask her if she wanted to be held. It was his job to hold space in silence with arms and a heart so open that there was no way to miss them. And she didn’t, she didn’t miss them.
She melted. She melted into his arms. She melted into security. She melted into safety. She melted in healing. She melted into herself and a deep sense of knowing who she was.
I was lying on my left side watching them. A tear ran down my cheek. It wasn’t sadness, it was just more emotion than could fit into my body, so it spilled out. She was one of my best friends and my heart hurt for her and how much pain she was experiencing.
I sat watching them and thinking to myself “now, that is how it is done”. That is how someone helps another heal. It isn’t forcing the healing on them. It isn’t manipulating energy or words. It is with a wide open heart, wide open arms, and with the ability to hold sacred space that allows for someone to let go and sink into deep healing.
