Even the smallest child has the urge to care for small and helpless things.
A hand cups a small head - just so. Arms hold tight - just so. A cheek rests gently on top of a head.
Maybe we do this because we know its what is needed. We know instinctively how to hold small, helpless things.
So, now. This helpless feeling arrives, leaving me stranded. Let the helplessness be. Let it draw out of me the small child, the one that knows instinctively how to care for small helpless things.
Imagine it as a two note melody, a harmony. Cup my own head - just so. Wrap myself in my own arms - just so. Give way to helplessness, and find the helper. Vulnerability. And strength.