“…because finally after all the struggle and all the years, you don’t want to any more, you’ve simply had enough of drowning and you want to live and you want to love and you will walk across any territory and any darkness, however fluid and however dangerous, to take the one hand you know belongs in yours.” – David Whyte
The therapeutic process is paved with hands. Hands extended to hold, to lead, to drag, to trail along behind. Hands to raise you up, and hands to smack you down.
These hands reach up from the depths of our fears, doubts, memories, dreams, apprehensions and triumphant imaginings, and call us by names, “Great,” “Small,” “Worthy,” and “Lacking.” We walk this process, with curiosity and reflection, in the hope of taking that one hand we know belongs in ours.
And in the end, with all the hands we hold and let go of along the way, the hand we seek… and will cross “any territory and any darkness, however fluid and however dangerous,” to take… is the hand that has spent our whole lives reaching back to us.
And calls you by your full and rightful name, “I.”
In your journey across the territory of your life, and psyche, whose hand is holding you?