The pain. The closure. The absolute feeling of dread, of holing up inside. The panic. The hotness. The feeling of the child within getting claustrophobic.
The listening. The turning within. The leaving the room. The asking the question: “where are you, babygirl? What do you need? How do you feel?”
The opening. The new light filtering through.The growing into the loving adult who holds the way for the inner child. The holding. The spaciousness. The new relationship forging and deepening every time the attention turns inward with love.
Every time i’m triggered, it’s the same route through. It’s in excusing myself from the external stimuli, turning inwards and getting down to the point. It’s my sweet, litle girl who is having a reaction. Any time I spend trying to compartmentalize, theorize, project, and blame is time wasted. it’s the true gift, the true flower of integration being prolonged and silenced.
How much time do I spend, do we spend, trying to silence, fix, do-away-with, the unprocessed and absolutely rightful sensations and feelings of our inner child?
What would the world look like if every time pain was evoked in us, we created a sacred chamber of listening and gentleness to nurture the true source of that pain: our sweet inner child, who is looking for nothing else than comfort, acceptance, and mirroring.
One tiny step of turning inward reaps great rewards: namely, greater understanding of and intimacy with our inner selves, which gives us the knowledge of what boundaries they need to feel good.
And the truth is, we all have a birthright to feel good. And the way to get there is to cultivate love within ourselves first and foremost, anytime we feel pain arise within us.
That is true freedom.