12/19/2022
Over this last week I’ve discovered a wall around my heart that I didn’t know existed. It feels like it’s protecting something tender, raw and fragile, like a baby bird that hasn’t yet grown feathers.
It’s not a wall I can just tear down and bulldoze, there’s a very good reason it still feels rough and jagged within me.
Yet I can now see through the wall to the other side, and make out the parts that need care, compassion, trust, appreciation, understanding, slowness.
This wall is old, created when I was preverbal. I can only be with it now because of the incredible number of corrective experiences I’ve had over the last few months and it feels like I’m hitting that thunderbolt moment of transformation the “quantum leap” everyone talks about.
As I’ve been writing this, I’m feeling the overwhelming sensation of grief mingled with hope that sends gushing hot tears down my cheeks.
One of my core values is appreciation of beauty - one that I find really easy to embody when I’m supporting others in their process and yet one I find really challenging when I’m sitting with my own. It’s such a mind f/ck to feel appreciation for the pain and its messages no matter how long you’ve been practicing listening to them.
The palpitations of my heart expanding and contracting has been so disorienting it feels like I’ve been thrown off the well worn path and into the bushes to discover a new route out of this very old wound.
I’ve felt this before and instead of questioning it, I’m leaning in with more joy and presence than before.
It feels a bit strange this doesn’t have to be so dramatic anymore. I feel at peace seeing what’s on the other side of the wall and not needing to change it right away.
Feeling my heart break has never felt so good, and truly reveling in every minute of it.