23/09/2025
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sometimes i wonder.
in times like this –
when i fall short of understanding,
when pain comes over me and i retreat to dark places,
when life adds, on top of all of it,
the unexpected.
what does life want from me?
what story am i caught in?
what is it i am not seeing?
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the first step, perhaps, is simply to be with it.
to have patience.
i believe in a force, or call it god, that sends us what we need –
to see, to go through, to stay with,
to grow through and from.
even when it feels heavy in the moment.
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much of spirituality speaks of rising higher,
but i find myself descending,
again and again.
downwards.
within.
to integrate.
to understand.
to heal.
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entering the hidden layers of life,
like persephone.
walking the archetypal path
c.g. jung spoke of,
and recognizing the patterns
dr. conforti helped me see.
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are you familiar with the wounded healer?
perhaps this is my task in this world:
to soften through what i have lived,
and to carry what i have learned
into the lives of others.
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and here david whyte finds me:
“those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know
the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness
glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.”
photos as always by .za 🤍
