Hurting ourselves or hurting others is a knee-jerk reaction to being hurt. Survival reflex til we wake up, take the reigns and say: Enough. Only to discover that’s not enough either.
Solstice under a full moon is a good time for releasing the need to hurt and replace it with Love. How many times do we have to say it?
Easier said than done but consider the alternatives.
The primary question I’ve wrestled with as a human and clinician who’s stuffed my head to overflowing searching for the answer: Why can some of us connect to and grow that Love from within while others just scrap, claw, consume, attempt devour from the outside in, no matter how much they get? For reasons beyond research or comprehension, the world fails to satisfy the cavern in their soul.
We’re all wounded. The original fracture happened a billion light-years ago. Ok. Fine. Let’s get to the good part. Drown our hollow bones in milk and honey already. We get it! What more is there to figure out? We all posses the same power, fallibility, weakness, fear, shame, rage, ache, gifts, light…so…big universe, you made your point. We surrender.