landing where the grit lives


As our inner work unfolds, we often discover many setbacks and may even experience traumatic events that fundamentally change us. Even in the healthiest families there can be significant emotional wounds leftover from our youth. But these don’t have to be unfortunate occurrences. And maybe they weren’t even accidental. Perhaps “fate/destiny” had something else in mind for us, in order to catalyze a particular type of personal development that requires trauma for its genesis. What hurts us can cripple us, but it can also shape us into something more powerful. But this requires presence. It requires having a different perspective about what it means to hurt and what it means to experience emotional trauma. One way to change our perspective is to look at our wounds as sacred things. Our sacred wounds can be a great source of personal development. Like John Keats wrote, “Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” Indeed, allowing our wounds to become sacred is allowing Ego to become Soul.

If we really allow ourselves to live greatly, we must open ourselves up to being present to our sacred wounds. The ability to have an authentic engagement with life takes the courage to face prior heartache and pain, and the ability to cultivate it and refine it. Either way, the pain and heartache will be there. The question is whether or not we have the courage to transform it into something that can refine our soul. True strength isn’t wholeness but the ability to adapt to the change that comes from falling apart and coming back together again, from wholeness to brokenness and back. This is the epitome of transforming pain into strength. Falling apart is what happens when we experience trauma. Coming back together again is the scar left behind. Adapting to the new way in which we are put back together again is honoring the sacred wound. Like Joseph Campbell wrote, “Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and it’s spectacular.”….Gary Z. McGee

when the heart drops and shatters, little tiny shimmering lights find their way and create new perspective……this isn’t simply wishful, it’s survival……we are strong…..

We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy…..Pema Chodron

initiation into being

Any fool can run toward the light. It takes a master with courage to turn and face the darkness and shine his own light there…..Leslie Fieger

2 thoughts on “landing where the grit lives

  1. There are sorrows and breakings, and perhaps the trick is not to get over them………but simply to get through. My thoughts hang on those who take vacations and rush to their destination. The freeways are clogged with them. And yet, there are others who choose instead to meander, to take the back roads, stopping at every little roadside market, spreading blankets beneath a tree for an afternoon nap. Surely those who rush get to the destination quicker, and maybe even safer. But the truth of our journey lies not in the miles we accumulate, but perhaps instead by the places we touched, and the moments shared with the stars……… May you know the quiet healing of shared joys. ~ Bobbie

    • you tap into the metaphor of being within, the pause that alights our wisdom if we only have the courage to see……like this idea of the ‘sacred wound’…..our holy burden….these little pauses then catch the light for us to hold on, to be with and to honor…..ode to our daydreams Bobbie…..

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