Since I've been journaling through so much of my life and I see the patterns, and I've unravelled the vines, I understand the tremendously heartbreaking affect not receiving love in the language I needed it has had on me.
I just realized today how lucky I am that my father did not serve on active duty. He and my uncle (who served in the Navy and who eventually married my Dad's sister) had just volunteered to go to Japan when the war ended. So many men came home from both Great Wars and were never the same.
I have realized, yet again, that I am a worrier-througher. I think it’s one of the reasons I prefer to work alone, rather than in a team. I can control myself (sort of) but when I’m at the mercy of others’ schedules and motives, I struggle to surrender and float.
’ve come to understand that although we are all Wild Women, we cannot fully immerse ourselves in our divine feminine and be the walking embodiment of whom are meant to be if we don’t first heal our Wounded Wild Child.
Spending so much time together with such a varied group of Wild Women, at varying life stages, I could see the Goddess and the Divinity of us all — and in me too.
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