At the end of the retreat I attended I had a day to rest and recover. This was much needed as I was still experiencing the Covid symptoms and felt quite fragile. As I sat back into one of the large sofas I felt very held and safe and was prompted to write the following poem.

Sofa Wisdom

There is an armchair holding you that’s cosy and forgiving

It nurtures the unfolding you, upholds the truth you’re living

You can lean in and rest your pins upon the sturdy structure

Feel the contact with your skin, be present, all’s not ruptured

You have a seat, so settle in

Stay with yourself, entwining

with that which brings you inner wealth

No harm in your reclining

Don’t be the old self-scalding you

What’s gone is for the sieving

There is an armchair holding you that’s cosy and forgiving