May you continue to show me all the ways you have stayed alive,
Invite me, coax me at times to follow you,
especially when it doesn’t make sense.
Show me the wild, spontaneous side of my nature that hasn’t died,
even after a long descent into grief.
I commit to nurture the tender side of you,
the part that is slow to come out of hiding.
I will share you with trusted friends who exercise empathy and compassion.
Guide me out of my head, and into what is most real about me.
Keep on ploughing greater depths, that I may inhabit a deep solitude,
that heals without me saying a word.