When someone lets you into their soul, take off your shoes. There are places that are sacred.

When someone lets you into their soul, take off your shoes. There are places that are sacred. This is the exact feeling I get when I offer therapeutic care.

I ask permission. I know that I will enter a sacred place, a space that is sometimes unknown even to the person being treated.

I take off my shoes, lower my head and bow. I revere the wonder of the meeting of these souls.

One, naked, stripped of her masks and hiding places. The other, with a lamp lit. And together they explore the sacred within, illuminating, perhaps, that dark room that has been left aside for some time.

Or maybe that flame leads them to that child inside, hurting, alone, waiting so long to be seen and loved.

It could even be that one is the company of the other, exploring the wild forest that insists on growing strong, alive, full of charm, despite the repeated burials of everyday normosis.

From within, in the deepest hearts, I hear a voice, like a whisper: "This is a place of life. Come. Come without fear, nourish yourself, my dear."

I prepare for each encounter with reverence, as if attending a sacred ritual. I pray, clean and organize the physical, energetic and spiritual. I ask and thank you. And in my silence I repeat: "Welcome to your home, dear Soul. See you soon, inside you. For a beautiful party."

Patricia Leme (Pazu)

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