Trauma runs across generations in family lines until it hits someone who will choose to heal the patterns of ignorance, agony, misery, sufferings, sickness, disconnections, shame, guilt, fear and much more.
For anyone who chooses this path, the wounds, the pains, the ugly, the beauty, the agreements, the world, the family, the ancestors, the body, the breath, the heart, are met over and over again, for such is a lifelong process.
On this path, transformation oozes from the bones of the one who chooses healing, what was once labelled as “decay” is hurled back to life.
While we may choose to begin on this excruciating path, little is promised to us, least the reward that at the end of path, our biological family and larger kin will await and rejoice in togetherness and we shall feast at the same table.
These words are intensely painful to hear and sit with, for within each human who chooses to clean his/her inner rivers, there dwells this dream, this hope, this wish that one day “we shall feast at the same table”.
The dream of the child within, who believes in
“as I heal, so do my kin and one day, we shall rejoice in togetherness”, for many, this dream will never be met as envisioned.”
The one who aches and who treads in shadowed bitterness and hopelessness is none other than the child within.
The dream of the inner child be held within sacred bounds and be grieved over and over again, for through this process, we shall allow ourselves to meet the unspoken, the unheard, the aching and seeking parts of our selves.
This meeting is crucial and it is part of our healing.
This meeting will teach us to see, hear, feel and become present to “there is no more to be done; we have done enough; we are enough”; running around, chasing modalities, teachers and facilitators will bring no more shifts.
This meeting will teach us that from the beginning, we have belonged and we belong till the end of time.
We will be taught that there comes a time when a line is to be drawn, while our choice to heal has transformed our life, may we be gently reminded that there is no promise that those who are biologically- related to us and those with who we relate strongly will meet us on the way.
As painful as this may be, in face of the deepest love, may we hear that
“for anyone who chooses healing, this dream will be met over and over across land, borders, frontiers and times”.
We will be met in utter rejoice and we shall feast at the same table.
This is the promise.
To dare to pause and rest at the table and to open to those who meet us at the same table is the beginning of the embracing of the long aching dream of kin to kin, heart to heart, breath to breath and body to body.
However, wherever, whoever you are,
May you begin this path now
May you be reminded that you will be met over and over
May you be brave enough to open your hearts to those who will meet you at the same table
May you meet and be met by your self at the same table
Love from my heart to yours
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