I grew up with a strong “holding space”: I was held by the land upon which I grew, the air, birds, river, trees, thunderstorms, and winter snows. I couldn’t imagine a world where people didn’t experience this kind of “holding space”, where people couldn’t smell rain before it fell or hear the nuanced birdsong of morning, mid day, and evening.

“No, it’s not just you. You are not alone”.

There’s no story that has not been told or lived. There are teaching stories from various traditions that span thousands of years speaking to the joys and sorrows of life and how others have endured those circumstances.