I used to hide from, struggle against and ignore what I thought were beasts; hidden inside me, in the darkest of places. Pulling themselves out of my body at night, to pace around my bed, whispering, and humming the pain, the sorrow, the confusion.
But now I snuggle, feast with and explore alongside my beasts.
We enter the darkness searching for seeds of kindness, and power.
We make warm herbal brews, we nourish each other and hold each other.
We weave new threads from the old, we make compost from the edgy; feeding our seeds of new ways, new thoughts and words.
For I learnt to love these beasts, understanding they needed to be big, to be beastly, so they could carry such a sad weight to me.
So they could have the persistence to keep trying to show me where I needed to bring healing.
These beasts look ragged for they search in the grittiest of caverns, the sorest of wounds and the numbest of concrete lumps; for the key to the gate of healing. And it is my job to meet these beasts at the door with my pockets full of kindness, care and self compassion.
For these are the tools the beast has shown me are the ones that help soothe, lay to rest and alchemise the grit into pearls, the uncomfortable into medicine.
They are part of me, these beasts, the part that holds a big truth to healing, they hold the knowledge of how to come closer to my soul.
(Word by Brigit Anna McNeill)
(Art by Andy Kehoe Art)
(Translation by 7flow)