I mostly walk around amazed at my life. It is hard at times, but it is so much growth. I have this wound inside of me. It is like a black hole, and it blocks the light. I don’t know where the edges of this wound are, and when I find an edge I really feel it. It can happen when I see someone that I love in pain, leaving, or choosing to ignore their own wound. I used to loathe looking at my wound, and yours, not a chance.

What have I come to learn is that looking at, and touching my wound is the most agonizing, painful, revealing, growing, and inspiring thing that I can do. My wound comes from a childhood not fulfilled, adolescence not faced, and adulthood skirted. During all this time my wound grew, till it was blocking any light from coming out of me. My actions kept me from seeing it. I couldn’t see that I was haemorrhaging my life, and love away.

I became aware of this wound through a event in my life that confronted me. It showed me that I was alone, and that I would die if I allowed it to continue to exist. You see I can’t fix the wound myself. It needs stitches, and only others can supply them. Every time that I reach out to you, and you respond it tightens up a little. I have become a surgeon. I need someone to show me where the stitch goes, but I have to be the one who takes the needle and push’s it through my soul. It is the most painful, and painstaking work I have ever done.

I am so grateful for it though. I feel that the stitch’s also have the added benefit of drawing me closer to you. Every time that I close the wound a bit I get more light shining. The light of Love. I don’t know what will ever happen when that light fully shines from me. I think that will be the moment that I will join the Light. I don’t know if there is such a thing as reincarnation, but I believe it is my journey to keep working at my wound till it close’s, and I can join the Light that is all.

I see that light all around me, I can touch it by touching you. I can touch it by holding my Father, and telling him that I forgive him. I can see the light shining from you, even when all you feel is pain. Lets work on our wounds together, and it doesn’t matter who gets the most stitch’s in, what matters is that we hold each other along this journey. I used to say that I was self contained, I didn’t need any of you. How wrong I was ! Without you my light flickers, and wanes. With you it surge’s, and bursts out of me. It cauterizes the wound, and sets me free to dance with you.

One day we will all dance in the Light of Love. Please take my hand so we can find the way.