08/14/2025
She said she didnât know, yet named the anger rising to the surface.â¨She said didnât know, yet named she felt stuck:
âLike a fly in a honey trapâ.
The right way.â¨The right move.â¨The right words.
How easy it is for âthemâ to speak them.
State them.
Command themâŚ
â¨The invitation, the suggestion, the push to âjust take the next right stepââŚ
â¨But what about when you have no idea what that step might look like?
Might feel like?
When fear has settled so deep in your bones,â¨your trabeculae become a prison.
We share the reminders for others and for self:â¨Indecision is still a decision.â¨Choosing not to choose is still a choice.
But no one talks about what to doâ¨when the tips and tricks fall flat.
When the aesthetic quotes feel hollow.
â¨When the tapping, shaking, humming -â¨the plunges and breathwork and grounding -â¨when ALL the rituals and all the borrowed wisdomâ¨leave you exactly where you areâŚ
When the part of you stuck in fear like a fly in honey over-shadows the part of you straining for the light.
â¨No one talks about no matter how sweet the honey flowing through your bones may be - it can crystallize.â¨Can hold you still.â¨Can suspend the soul - the self - within.
And yet - I hold onto hope.
Feel into the warmth in her flesh, her blood, her bones and offer it back to her in compassion.â¨In presence,â¨In LOVE.
Knowing that even crystallized honey can be warmed again.
Can flow through bones that once felt like a prison.â¨Can soften into a pathway.â¨Spill into a riverâŚ
That the sweetness once mistaken for a trapâ¨can lead her home.
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