I take in a deep breath. Deep, all the way down into my pelvis. I hold it there for a moment and then slowly release. I look in my daughter’s eyes. I take another breath, this one not as deep, this one involuntary. A smile starts to form at my lips where moments ago I was holding back a scream. I ask to listen to her heart. I hold her in my arms and hear the beat, beat, beat of her life booming into my ear, grounding me deeper, helping me find my center, my Self.
Trauma & Psychedelic Integration Therapist, Writer