The Courage To Heal Old Wounds
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The Courage To Heal Old Wounds
“Dear Soul, I’m Still Learning About What You Love. I’m Going To Give Us More Of That. I Promise.” @divine_ethereal_energy Face Art By @taylorsinclair.artistry Colored Contacts By @ttd_eye #healingoldwounds #mindfulness #livingabetterlife https://www.instagram.com/p/B7-UB-3FkU5l9qF_rutR_MgY2YmInJTwhCQ1QA0/?igshid=f345gz5gijy2
So...I'm walking along this path and I get this creepy feeling like somebody, or some-THING is watching me. . . . #blacksmith #thetreeshaveeyes #paranormal #paranoia #healingoldwounds #arborist #pruning #biltmoreestate #whatcatchesmyeyes #faerie #maker (at Biltmore Estate) https://www.instagram.com/p/BubV7x1j4MF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ucmyn8lx9hoo
Dear Self: Please remember that it is your wounds that taught you to see beyond yourself: That all you have become is because of all you went through: That your scars, besides being beautiful and perfect in themselves, are just maps charting the course of your healing: You are here: You are doing the work that you’re doing: You are loving in the way that you love: *Because* of what it has taken you to be able to: Your compassion: Your skill: Your power: All have come from where you were hurt first: And how you heal/ed. _ Dear Self: I know it’s easy to forget: Easy to blame: Easy to shake a fist at suffering: Easy to hide behind it: Easy to let it overwhelm, override, or overcome you: And I know how strongly you feel: How strongly you sense the pain of those around you: How heavily the weight of the world can hang on you: How sometimes all you can see are all the wounds — both “out there” and “in here”: I know, I *know*, love. _ But here we are! Scars and all, and still standing! Still healing, and growing, and becoming: Still all finding our beauty: Still all finding our ways back to our most whole, most potent, and most magnificent selves! _ Give blessings, give love, and give space, for all that has ever threatened to take you under, and instead, has lifted you up: Give honour to all that has broken you down or broken you open in order to break you free: Give thanks for all your holes, dear Self, and for all the light they let pass through you: You are more than your wounds, of course, but you wouldn’t be without them. 💛 💛 💛 For all my fellow selves out there working with and through our “stuff”. I love you. Keep going! 💛 Image in B&W in solidarity with all of you going grey-scale with your phone screens 😉 _ #healingoldwounds #integratinghealing #ourscarsareourstrength
It’s amazing in life what we can get used to. And what we can’t. * Many of you parents will know what I mean when I say that every day (every time really) that I am away from my children, I feel a nervous ache. For me it’s in my upper chest, like a metal clamp at the top of my breath. Over the nearly 17 years I’ve spent coparenting with various arrangements of shared custody in my blended family, I’ve never gotten used to the times when my older kids are away. It’s like waiting to come back into balance after you’ve swerved from center. Only you just go on waiting... * I realized today (is this really the first time??) that over the last several years in particular, there are only about 8-10 weeks each year when I’m in my absolute sweet spot. When all 3 of my magical children sleep under one roof. When their laughter and songs and hollers soundheal my heart. When I can hold them close when they’re upset. Over time, I’ve had to learn to find my joy in the in between times, while breathing more shallowly and missing them like crazy. And I’ve been able to do that — I’m used to that and good at it in a way. But I just can’t seem to get used to the being without them part. * I feel it as father who wants and has always wanted to simply *be there* for my kids. As a father who never wanted my children to go through what I went through in a “split family”. And I feel it on the opposite end too, as I did back in my own childhood, wondering who or what or where my dad was. I feel it as my single, low-income mom felt it every time she had to leave me at kindercare, or with the neighbors, or with her semi-estranged parents. * It makes me feel stingy with my kids’ time. It makes me feel clingy when we part. It makes me feel my most shameful feeling — envy — when they’re off living their “other” lives. Oh that’s *so hard* to admit!! * This is my courageous truth today. This is me calling forth and offering healing to that part of me. This is an open prayer for everyone else who’s here too. * I love you. Keep going. 💛 * #healingoldwounds #transgenerationalhealing #coparenting #dontpostponejoy
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Gratitude Challenge Day 19: I have legally changed my name and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off me! This is a HUGE step in my ability to heal old wounds. People have told me that it wouldn't change anything. They were wrong. #gratitudechallenge #day19 #namechange #empowerment #healingoldwounds #healing