This past winter was a sweet inspiration to revisit and complete healing on childhood traumas (that’s code for “I got triggered a lot”). When I feel into the wounds and deficiencies of my childhood, I can sometimes drop into self-loathing, with some part of me believing that I can never be as functional or as good as someone with a healthy, balanced upbringing.
They are childhood wounds that become reasons to lash out at a partner, or slink back from an opportunity, or just generally move in small, safe, feeling ways.
So in addition to carrying the wound, we carry guilt and shame about having the wound at all.
I know how to heal trauma. I’m actually a trained professional. But healing can’t happen while you are hating on the wound. You can pretty much render any healing art ineffective by using it to “fix” your sorry, broken self.
A context of acceptance is needed.
Today, while I was laying in a sunny patch of woods, I thought to myself, “Doesn’t the sun shine on all of us? Isn’t this earth under each one of us? What has supported me? What has sheltered me consistently? What has raised me perfectly? Sweet earth and sky, the Divine life force moving through it all!”
This Divinity is my true parent. This is what birthed me and raises me still. I will always be a perfect child to this Perfection.
My earthly parents are imperfect. They made harmful mistakes and missteps, but they also did the best they could. They gave everything they had to give, and they are also perfect children to that Perfection.
With that foundation of Love, each wound becomes a gentle lesson in resiliency, love, forgiveness, expansion, vulnerability, compassion. Each wound becomes a blessing to give thanks to.