The Ultimate Wound

This is personal experience around healing my own divine masculine, my ultimate wound over lifetimes which runs deep into my ancestry.

Healing the divine masculine energy is painful to say the least. Without a healthy masculine, the feminine has to harden to survive, she becomes tough and deeply resilient, a fighter.

To heal the masculine is to heal the container, to say to the feminine, you are safe to come home, you can sit down and soften, you can flow, we can celebrate your magic.

To heal the masculine is to show the feminine that self sacrificial giving isn't healing, and balance must return. Receive my tried friend, you don't have to fight anymore.

My family is jammed packed with incredibly strong willed women, true queens, true fighters. Wild ones. They had to be strong because the men were confused or absent. They never let their spirits be broken by abandonment, abuse or loss. They carried on, giving, caring but they had been hardened by experience.

My healing was a declaration of gratitude to all the strong women, and compassion for all the men trying to find peace.

Years in, I am still in the thick of it but the deeper I go, the stronger I get, the more I can take, the bigger my threshold becomes. I do it for me and those who came before me and those who will come after.

The more I step into the light, the more I can see into the dark. The more opportunities arise to embody this fresh new healing.

As my container gets stronger, she can create, be fluid, free, spontaneous, abundant, safe.

Here's to all the lessons left to come, let them humble me, soften me and crack me open.