Once I didn't know that I had wounds. They were buried under my
shame, under the shadow of my denial and ocean of uncried tears, and rooted in
belief systems which told me that I had to be nice, good, smiling, happy to be
acceptable, safe, and maybe loved. It was very lonely during the years that I
was so cut off from my heart — both my sorrow and my joy — and, therefore, from
everyone else's hearts, too.
Instead I played the pretend game:
— I'm fine, thank you very much.
— Lookin' for a lover, and friends, who won't blow my cover.
— Got that image management thing down.
— Living two lives, the surface one and the one beyond my
conscious awareness and understanding or that of anyone else's.
— Everyone else drinks and smokes, right? It's normal.
— If my mother and my husband would just get fixed and change,
I'd be fine!
— What fear?
Then on Tuesday, Februay 8th, 1983 at about 8:37pm my close
friend Ann Baker said, "Molly, your husband is an alcoholic." But she
had to be wrong. I didn't know any alcoholics! (Talk about denial...)
And those words began the process of the whole world as I knew it falling out
from underneath me. And everything changed! Everything!
Yes, the wound is where the Light enters you. This teaching is a
profound gift.
Bless us all on our journeys of
healing and awakening.
— Molly
❤
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