holding her wrist i close my eyes and start counting. she’s asleep and i’m afraid to touch her until i reach the magic number. after a few minutes i feel confident enough to continue. quietly removing everything from my bag i choose the last scent she enjoyed and fill the room again. next i turn on the music but softer this time because last time she said it was too loud. i’m fairly certain she won’t wake up because of the drugs she’s on. i don’t believe one person can heal another but do believe holding a person in a loving and sacred space supports them along a healing journey. the intention was always that they felt held in that space. i learned it’s somewhat easier to hold people when they let go, hence it was very easy to hold her.