Letting the Field Hold You

There is a moment
when something begins to ease.

Not because anything has been solved.
Not because the conditions are perfect.

But because
something is no longer being held so tightly.

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For a long time,
I thought it was my job to carry everything.

To manage.
To anticipate.
To keep things steady.

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Even in the right field,
that habit can remain.

A quiet bracing.
A readiness.

As if something might still need correcting.

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But slowly,
something else becomes possible.

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To let the field do some of the holding.

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Not all at once.
Not completely.

Just small moments
where you notice
you are not doing it all alone.

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A place that supports.
A rhythm that steadies.
A way of being
that does not demand so much effort.

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At first, it can feel unfamiliar.

Even uncomfortable.

As if something important is being missed.

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But nothing essential is lost.

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What changes
is the amount of force required
to keep going.

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And in that softening,
something begins to return.

Energy.
Attention.
A sense of being met
rather than managed.

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The field was always part of it.

Now, it is allowed to be.