Heather Plett recently wrote a blog post about holding space. It struck a deep chord for me. My sister and I are going through a dark time with our elderly father, and I shared those feelings with Heather. I thanked her for a way to express my experience as holding space. I am holding space for my sister, Kathy, who is doing the heavy lifting, and I’m holding space for myself. Kathy will find a place for dad to live out his days with the medical and psychological experts he needs. She’s spending the weekends hiking for hours in nearby Yosemite Park, a brilliant way to hold space for herself and keep her sanity. She misses her wife Gail across the country in Tennessee, but said, with a chuckle, that she is going to be sure to put Gail in dad’s obituary as her wife.
There is much more to this story, but because I have stared at this page a long time without writing anything, I know it would not be authentic for me to share it here. In the next few weeks, I’ll be doing whatever I can to support Kathy. It’s in our DNA to find humor even in the worst of times, so we have laughed. We are two women who share the same values. Turns out she has more forgiveness in her than I do, and I absolutely ooze forgiveness. But Kathy is a Psychotherapist, too, and now I know why she is so darned good at her job. Keep us both in your thoughts – consciously or subconsciously.