There is so much in the experience you describe here that resonates with mine... giving me a strange feeling of reading my own words, written by my younger self... Yes. The emotions are the ones so easily left behind. Because our parents didn't know what to do with them, how to handle them, trying to bypass them altogether (bless them! ~ didn't work, did it?)
I can feel you feeling the unwelcome feelings of your ancestors. I feel your resilience to pain too. Does that mean 'patient loves pain?' What a bizarre suggestion coming from a therapist... Resilience to pain doesn't mean 'we love pain' ~ it means we are able to handle it. We are resourceful, strong, capable to finally face the pain which our ancestors have passed down the line because they could not ~ for whatever reason.
Thank you for sharing your journey and being on this path 💖🙏 It's not easy, but it leads to higher ground.
Yes, the chiropractic comment was really weird. I do think though if we embrace pain (not love, but embrace) it dissolves a bit quicker. Thanks for reading! It is not comfortable at all times, but I learn a lot about myself!
I agree. Embrace is different (and necessary I think). But to 'love pain' can sound masochistic (depending on how it's meant). wishing you a safe journey 💕
Your story sounds a very 'human' one to me; a true reflection. The part about catharsis reminded me of Tom Hiron's poem "Sometimes a Wild God". If you're not familiar with it, here is a link:
Certainly we carry stuff from our family trees, our ancestors, that we seem to have signed up to 'clear' - on our behalf and theirs. It's the only way I can explain and process a lot of (repeated) feelings and experiences.
Beautiful poem! Thank you so much for sharing! Yes, this was a very human experience indeed and I think life is about finding the way to live as a soul in the body of a human. :-D
I too am affected by reading this. Memory stirs ... this sounds like grief, but I hesitate to put words here. I am no therapist! Pain is a strange trainer. Full recall is possible but one treads what was consecrated ground. Who knows. Those western shores are wide and the wind is keening. I hope the courses go well and the sunny year comes round, bless the rainbows.
Yes, grief was certainly a big part of it. What was most surprising was the immensity of shame and once I realised that this was mostly ancestral it was much easier to understand. There wouldn't be rainbows without rain, so I will embrace all parts of it! Thanks so much for reading!
Thank you so much for this beautiful piece today. The way you use poetry as healing is inspirational. It gives me goosebumps. Thank you for your vulnerability and authenticity. Resilience is the well earned gift of an old soul. It takes a great one, to overcome the wounds of their ancestors. To break their chains that stop us from flying. Your wings are strong. Something tells me you are closer to the end of that rainbow then you could have ever imagined. You are a gift. Thanks for being you. 🙏❤️
There is so much in the experience you describe here that resonates with mine... giving me a strange feeling of reading my own words, written by my younger self... Yes. The emotions are the ones so easily left behind. Because our parents didn't know what to do with them, how to handle them, trying to bypass them altogether (bless them! ~ didn't work, did it?)
I can feel you feeling the unwelcome feelings of your ancestors. I feel your resilience to pain too. Does that mean 'patient loves pain?' What a bizarre suggestion coming from a therapist... Resilience to pain doesn't mean 'we love pain' ~ it means we are able to handle it. We are resourceful, strong, capable to finally face the pain which our ancestors have passed down the line because they could not ~ for whatever reason.
Thank you for sharing your journey and being on this path 💖🙏 It's not easy, but it leads to higher ground.
Yes, the chiropractic comment was really weird. I do think though if we embrace pain (not love, but embrace) it dissolves a bit quicker. Thanks for reading! It is not comfortable at all times, but I learn a lot about myself!
I agree. Embrace is different (and necessary I think). But to 'love pain' can sound masochistic (depending on how it's meant). wishing you a safe journey 💕
Your story sounds a very 'human' one to me; a true reflection. The part about catharsis reminded me of Tom Hiron's poem "Sometimes a Wild God". If you're not familiar with it, here is a link:
https://tomhirons.com/poetry/sometimes-a-wild-god
Certainly we carry stuff from our family trees, our ancestors, that we seem to have signed up to 'clear' - on our behalf and theirs. It's the only way I can explain and process a lot of (repeated) feelings and experiences.
Beautiful poem! Thank you so much for sharing! Yes, this was a very human experience indeed and I think life is about finding the way to live as a soul in the body of a human. :-D
I too am affected by reading this. Memory stirs ... this sounds like grief, but I hesitate to put words here. I am no therapist! Pain is a strange trainer. Full recall is possible but one treads what was consecrated ground. Who knows. Those western shores are wide and the wind is keening. I hope the courses go well and the sunny year comes round, bless the rainbows.
Yes, grief was certainly a big part of it. What was most surprising was the immensity of shame and once I realised that this was mostly ancestral it was much easier to understand. There wouldn't be rainbows without rain, so I will embrace all parts of it! Thanks so much for reading!
Thank you so much for this beautiful piece today. The way you use poetry as healing is inspirational. It gives me goosebumps. Thank you for your vulnerability and authenticity. Resilience is the well earned gift of an old soul. It takes a great one, to overcome the wounds of their ancestors. To break their chains that stop us from flying. Your wings are strong. Something tells me you are closer to the end of that rainbow then you could have ever imagined. You are a gift. Thanks for being you. 🙏❤️
Thank you! It is a wonderful learning journey!
That poem was so lovely. And your experience resonated with me, thank you for sharing this heartfelt catharsis.