You survived, but are you whole?

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Tuesday Morning Musings...

"You survived, but are you whole?"

Brigit Anna McNeill's writing (below) and paired images sing into a place within that is still looking for words...patiently looking. And ahhh... there they are. If you are in a place of transition, living, breathing, sensing, and are willing to be open enough to receive... please take a look.

The wisdom shared in this piece hits home. I cannot even begin to share how relevant this is for my own heart, let alone many others I've been blessed to work with.

This is why we do the work we do...so the wholeness can return.

With love ~
Jennifer

You survived, but are you whole?
You survived those terrible and heart crushing experiences.
So much trauma, it could have eaten you alive. Yet here you stand before me; beautiful and strong.
That my dear one, is awe inspiring.
And yet, I’m not so sure that you pulled yourself out and away from the wreckage, whole.
It feels as though you left a piece of yourself in that place; cutting a part of you away so you could run, abandoning that part of you, to forget, letting that piece of you rot.
And now, there seems to be a slice down your middle,
a missing piece from your centre.
Creating disharmony and uncomfortableness within your very bones.
Perhaps it is time to stop your survival sprint, tell the loyal soldier in you that the war has ended and put your hand on your heart and breathe.
With kindness, feel into the places that are tender and torn, numb and scared and love them.
Delve into your pockets and dig out your ability to look after, respect and honour who you are.
Find your golden thread of care, that is contained within your sewing kit of recovery, and slowly stitch that piece of yourself back into the very fabric of you. Decorate it with gold, strong nettle cloth and rose scented oils. Let the grief become a patch of beauty, that shows the love you have for your whole being.
Reminding yourself, with each stitch, of those ancient stories, the ones about the medicine woman who dwells within you, who turns the darkness into light, the wound into a gift, the death into rebirth.
And as you whisper these stories of strength, courage and medicine deep into your fabric, you call yourself back, drawing your essence into the heart of you once more.
Teaching you how to love yourself, stitch by stitch, breath by breath.

• Words by Brigit Anna McNeill •