She packed unresolved conflicts in her body. The tribal issues stuffed into her hips. Heartbreaks holding fast in the constrained beating of her heart. Unrecognized visions, blurring her ability to see things clearly in the moment. Hurt and insecurities hide out, claiming stake in her joints. Blessed relief comes from unconditional self-love granting freedom, releasing the harness of what was. Formerly stuck pieces dislodge, shake free, flow out with the exhale, leaving room for the expansive inhale. She heard her own whispers of encouragement, "Now empty, you are free.”

Tricia Schwaba, 2019