You Are the Sanctuary

I used to believe that if I found the right person, I could finally rest. That there would be someone who could hold me — completely — so I could finally put the weight down.

I believed home was something I would enter through someone else's arms.

I handed the key to someone who wasn’t meant to hold it. And each time it didn’t work, I told myself I must be too much. Too tender. Too intense. Too broken.

Until the ache cracked open into something truer: It was never their job to be the sanctuary. It was mine.

The deepest work I’ve ever done was not about becoming someone better. It was about becoming someone safe to come home to.

To hold myself when I’m spiraling. To soften when I want to shut down. To stay when all I’ve known is leaving.

Because when you are the sanctuary, you stop abandoning yourself in search of someone else to stay.

That’s the work we do in the Highlands. Not fixing. Not chasing. Not improving. Remembering.

That you are already whole. That the body is a temple. That the heart is a holy place.

And you don’t have to prove you are worthy of rest. You are.

Come home.

Healing in the Highlands

October 21–26,

www.akhealingretreats.com

With love,

Alana

Breathings of the Heart