Sometimes deep childhood wounds leave us wary, closed off to feeling, and sad iniside.
And, as George McDonough writes:
"Even when love has come, we slam the gate
And tell ourselves a tale and run away
Along our private inner roads while yearning
For this co-mingling, for this impossible stay.
Incredible we find the fable of surrender.
There will be no collisions in our sky,
No joining of our suns. Upon our soil
Ungrafted trees grow singular and high."
Sometimes it takes decades to risk letting a little love in. To risk trusting that we are seen, valued, and cherished.
How can we TRUST the person, the word, the look, the touch that challenges the sad "life story" we've believed for so long. The new story says, "you ARE lovable....you ARE precious... What if it is true? What if our early protecter is now keeping us from joy?
Trust YOURSELF to handle the risk of feeling all your feelings. It is worth it.
Here's a collage I made recently.
