breaking open
I’ve been thinking about the process of healing and how it is that we arrive at that place we might call healed.
the place of arrival being found in the space between what was and what is becoming. where you suddenly find your peace, your roots solid and firm. maybe its the place where you finally feel at home within you. the place where you are here more and more.
but you cannot arrive here without going there first. there being the place where we surrender and come undone. the place where we can break open and break into ourselves.
a being with and being in. in our shadow. in our memory. in our feelings. in our body.
this is what healing looks like.
breaking. a death repeated many times. meeting ourselves over and over again in the depths of our inner world. releasing and remembering. this is where we collect the pieces and fragments left scattered, long forgotten.
if we’re brave enough to linger in those dark corners we’ll meet our shadow and the younger parts of ourselves as we sift through the rubble, the pieces, broken and lost.
joy and curiosity live here too.
it’s in these spaces that I found myself with three year old me. and through her i was able to find my way back to joy and wonderment. back to clouds and paper. back to the moon and water.
because in the breaking open we not only move through the darkness, we have an opportunity to call back the parts of us that held light and the essence of what existed at our core in the time before. before the things we’re trying to heal. to find the self we’re trying to recover.
this is where i’ve been. this is where younger me has been. where she collected the fragmented pieces of herself. where she brought back her soul.
a return to self. a return to home.
so break open. come undone. unravel and let yourself fall apart. be brave enough to be with yourself rather than hiding or running away from yourself.
it’s in those fragments and broken parts that you’ll find the answers and medicine you’re looking for.
~from mi corazón to yours
