Witnessed in love.

Don't you see that things heal when they are being witnessed in love?

When we verbalize a hurt and receive compassion, our clenches relax and any will to fight subsides. When our bodies are raging with distrust due to past traumas yet we hold ourselves with tenderness, any loneliness eases. When our minds are devastated by (inner) critics and we still choose to love anyway, loving what is criticized as well as loving the critics, any wounding turns into a fruit that deepens our humanity.

We become a sorcerer that transforms pain into the life-giving source. Under the gaze of love, everything heals.