Handrails

It was truly an amazing moment. We sat there, spellbound, our circle surrounding her as she spoke of her delicate heart, shattered, hoping for release. Holding our breath, wanting to cradle her in our understanding, we remained quiet. We knew the power of our support and did not want to smother her. As she completed her story, we asked questions, confirming our interest, our ties to her. Then we slowly withdrew, awaiting her reaction. She smiled, a few pieces of her heart taped back together, gratitude gleaming in her eyes. I knew we’d see her again, as her journey has begun, the trek into self-awareness can be treacherous, we’ll be her handrails.