Welcome to Be With Melinda.
Find a posture that feels honest for your body today.
Seated or lying down.
Let your weight settle.
Let your breath begin to lead.
Take a slow breath in and a long,
Unhurried breath out.
Feel yourself arriving.
Not in the outer world,
But in your inner chamber.
The quiet place where the soul rests inside the body.
Love begins here,
With presence,
With breath,
With the willingness to return to your own inner ground.
Before the roles,
Before the expectations,
Before the defenses you learned to build,
There was you,
Formed from an original light.
An imprint placed in you long before memory.
Let your breath touch that ancient softness.
On the inhale,
Feel the spark.
On the exhale,
Feel the heart loosen its walls.
This is the beginning of remembering.
Your breath is not just air.
It's a bridge between your body and your soul.
The subtle pathway where consciousness moves.
Let the inhale open the center of your chest,
As if clearing a small doorway of light.
Let the exhale drop into the belly,
Releasing what no longer protects you.
Through breath,
The inner gates begin to shift.
A narrow opening appears,
And self-love enters through that subtle threshold.
Bring your awareness to the center of your being,
The place the mystics call the heart's sanctuary.
Honor the parts of you that have carried weight in silence.
The one who kept going unseen.
The one who stayed soft in hard places.
The one who hid their needs to hold a room together.
The one who loved beyond measure.
The one who broke and rebuilt in private.
The one who still questions their worth.
As you breathe,
Imagine your breath a soft current of light,
Touching each part with recognition,
With warmth,
With dignity.
If grief rises,
Let it rise.
It's not an interruption.
It's the soul opening its deepest room.
Bless the grief that appears.
Bless the old longing.
Bless the echoes of what was never held.
Feel the energy loosening in the cells,
The glands,
The subtle body where memories settled long ago.
You're not collapsing.
You're clearing the inner pathways that reconnect you to yourself.
Descend now into the oldest layer of your inner life.
The place where the first impression of love were written into your field.
Honor the self who learned love through watching.
Honor the self who believed attention must be earned.
Honor the self who protected themselves by becoming small.
Honor the self who carried others' burdens in their own body.
Honor the self who remained hidden,
Waiting for truth.
Honor the self who still longs for ease,
Warmth,
And belonging.
Let your breath touch these places like a gentle illumination,
Revealing what has always been there but never fully seen.
This is restoration,
The soul remembering its shape inside you.
Let the breath expand slightly.
Imagine every inhale gathers the pieces of your inner light that's scattered over the years.
And every exhale clears the residue that kept you fragmented.
Feel the return,
Quiet,
Steady,
Unmistakable.
Feel yourself living again from your inner center,
Your original imprint,
Your sacred architecture.
You don't need to earn this love.
You only need to allow it.
Place a hand over your heart and your belly and let your breath guide you.
Whisper inward,
I am here.
I return to the truth within me.
Let those words settle into your inner chamber.
Take one final breath in and a long,
Gentle breath out.
You came as you were.
You leave more whole,
More luminous,
And more connected to the inner light that has never left you.
When you're ready,
Move slowly back into the room and enjoy.
