A Poem of Presence
This piece came through as a reflection on patterns I’ve lived—of reaching, merging, carrying what was never mine to hold.
Today, I offer these words aloud as a way to return to center. To remind myself—and maybe you too—that we are always free to remain in our own lives.
And the truth is—there is nobody asking me to step in.
It is me.
I am the one who reaches, who anticipates, who prepares to hold what was never placed in my hands.
For so long, I equated care with stepping in before being invited.
I believed presence meant carrying the heavy load of what others felt.
But now I see—
The weight I feel often arises from what I choose to hold,
rather than what anyone asks to be held.
This is my pattern—an old rhythm born of tenderness, not invitation.
I am learning to feel the space between invitation and assumption.
Between choosing love and merging by default.
Between steady presence and emotional entanglement.
This awareness is a return.
It brings my energy home.
And it reminds me—I am always free to live my own life—
Rooted | Clear | Whole
Walking with you, Staci
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