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I write this while my hands are shaking.
John McCullough, Glass Men
We hold each other when our hands shake. We hold ourselves when our hands shake. We breathe. We search. We breathe again and again until we find our breath. We rock back and forth until we find our rhythm. We plant our feet and we stand when we are able. We become seekers and healers. We remain open. We pay attention.
We are not alone in shaking. We shake. We feel shame. We fear. We burn and melt. We crack and freeze. We bend and brake.
It makes me feel better to know I am not alone. It takes a minute, sometimes many minutes, to remind myself. The world is made for us to connect. The world is made for us to walk together. The world is made for us to be held in whatever comforts and softens.
That is what I must remember when my hands shake.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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