I’m not in “good hands.” I’m in capable, trustworthy hand..
Added 2021-11-16 15:17:54 +0000 UTCI’m not in “good hands.” I’m in capable, trustworthy hands. Hands worthy of my surrender. Hands that have held me in the chaos of my pain. Hands that have wiped away my salty tears. Hands that have learned my most forbidden pleasures. Hands that I can trust to rest when they need to rest, to withdraw when they are giving beyond their capacity. Hands I can trust to take care of themselves AND truthfully request when they need my care. When your arms are heavy and you begin to lose your grip, even when it feels as if they’ve betrayed me…I can trust you to honor your heart and your commitment... To you. To me. To us. This is the dance, and this is what makes our dance powerful. The willingness to ebb and flow, acknowledge our fuck-ups, and expand our capacity…together.
