There is another place, a place of comfort, rest, a place called home. That place run from daily, wanting only escape from it, from feelings awash with anxiety, fear, and abandonment. Yet running is abandonment, and is the fear so great it can’t be handled?
Only with staying will peace come. Only with helping the one running will she ‘stay’ and learn that there is way to be in the body, and be whole. That whatever is rising, like roaring waves on the ocean, can be rode out till the emotional seas calm, a calm more endless than the storm.
Sit. Don’t grab at, do, move or talk, just sit. There is comfort below the chaos. Currents of doubt, insecurities, and terror ride through. In the core lies peace. Look, stay, what lies beneath is deeper, richer, wiser.