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Anima

Anima

Written by Kate Hurley / 30.01.2022

Little one

With the curious eyes

And hesitant steps

Just like mine.

 

Oh that I could hold you

On the day you were born

Whisper

“Your skin is my skin. I won’t shatter the mirrors that we look at.”

 

And as she is growing,

Butterfly barrettes in her hair

Her face is raised to the sky

Tears on her lucent skin.

 

If I could

I would put my forehead to hers

“Don’t believe what they say” I would tell her, eyes steady.

“There is miracle written in your sinews.

There is sacredness hidden in your bones.

You are more beautiful than you can know.

God’s child

and I promise not to tell you

anything different.”

 

Her days pass

She walks through thorn bushes…

So much she has to sift through

So many scrapes on her skin.

 

Can’t she see how strong she is?

How can I tell her that all those scars

Will one day turn to gold?

 

 

She holds a shattered picture frame

The portrait missing now

“The fault is mine”

Is what she always believes.

 

It’s so easy for her to forgive

Anyone but herself.

So easy to love

Anyone that is not her.

 

 

If I could, I would let go of all that regret and forgive her.

I would say

“Dear one,

You did the best that you could with what you had at the time.

Can you turn all that love that pours out from your luminous heart

Back onto yourself?”

 

If I could,

I would brush the ashes out of her hair

Tell her that she belongs to me

 

I would put my arms across her back

Hold her up

And help her walk

Towards the deep deep love 

That has always been ours.

 

We would keep walking

Until we realized that we were already home

Because home was always within us.

 

We would prepare a table

Right there in the wilderness

And as we ate our broken bread

We would speak these wondrous words:

 

“We are not alone.

We were never alone

to begin with”

 

Oh that I could hold you

On the day you were born

Our hearts beating so terribly close

 

I would say to you

“The journey ahead of us

Will be full of trouble and full of beauty

Often at the very same time.

 

Pain will be ours

But so will resilience.

 

The awakening will come, little one.

The awakening has already come. “

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Category: Inner Healing Blog

Tags: inner child, inner healing

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You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, your hands dirtied with the soil where you till up the rocks of generations gone by. Your tears watering the ground, making the roots grow deep and wide while you are unaware. You labor, you dig, you claw this tiny piece of land where others buried their dreams and gave up trying. 

 

But not you. You keep going.You never give up. You see the tree in the seed, and you will fight until that tree is standing before you, it's long willowing arms grasping your hope in its branches. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, covered in all your scars. Where your face was grazed with false imaginings that you were not beautiful enough. Where your hands were caught in fields of cotton when you didn't believe you were free. Where you were marked across your chest the day you thought that they left because you weren't worth it. Look closely, love. Look closely because those scars are gilded with gold. Those scars have become your crown. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, dancing there with your face against the wind. Not a pretty dance, but a wild dance. A hold on for dear life to the hope dance. An I will never stop believing in your goodness dance. A shake the sadness off your skin dance. You, with your feet pounding against the ground to the rhythm of your unsurrendering spirit. With your knees soiled and bleeding from the prayers and the longings and the times you almost gave up. With your arms thrown up in surrender and beckoning and awe. There is burning against your back as you lift up your face, because your wings are returning, love. Your wings are returning.

 

Look at me and believe now. You are stronger than you think you are. Stronger than you think you are. 

 

 

 

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