“She died a famous woman \u00a0 denying<\/p>\n
her wounds<\/p>\n
denying<\/p>\n
her wounds \u00a0 came \u00a0 from the \u00a0same source of her power.” Adrienne Rich, “Power”<\/p>\n
Adrienne so beautifully writes about Marie Curie, how the work she pioneered in radiology ultimately led to her demise.<\/p>\n
This line has become a source of inspiration for me, one that I keep going back to time after time. I find that the root of my power has gained life from the water of my wounds.<\/p>\n
It is easy to want to dispel the wounded parts of myself. Like fresh cuts, I hoped that my trials and tribulations\u00a0would\u00a0quickly heal and fade into unnoticeable scars. It had its place in the moment to wake me up, to remind me that I am not immune from pain, to appreciate my wholeness, but then as most people do, I\u00a0wanted to put those dark parts behind me.<\/p>\n
How many times have I wished things to pass too quickly, not realizing that those very moments were building up my source of power? How many times have I disregarded times of difficulty as only negative memories? As annoyances? As the parts of life I wish to skim over?<\/p>\n
As the thick of winter approaches, I find myself back in this place of contemplation. For as long as I can remember, winters have held very evocative emotions for me, representing a turn of change within myself within a change in season. The last\u00a0two\u00a0winters in particular have coincided with large life changes that primed me to think this winter would offer up the same variety of blues.<\/p>\n
Something is different this time, I am different this time. While I am tempted to gear up for battle, I realize I do not need the same layers of protection. Slowly, over time, I have been reshaping my wounds, but not eliminating them. Instead of being ashamed of them, I read them out loud. I let people in. And as I embraced my struggle, they embraced me. Expecting rejection, I found myself reeling. I had let myself go to the worst place, not believing I deserved a full place of acceptance. Having giving others a chance, it turns out the person I was most scared of disappointing and hurting was myself. I held that fear so high on a pedestal that I masked that fear onto others. Meanwhile, they\u00a0had masks of their own.<\/p>\n
I had to do this over and over. This, meaning the uncovering and sharing of my wounds; some which were not wounds at all, but\u00a0natural and beautiful consequences\u00a0of growing up and challenging the world. Each time I did this, I fed my roots. A sight unseen, I became stronger.<\/p>\n
I interpret Rich’s poem to mean that\u00a0the source of wounds and power come from the same well. As I dip in to quench my thirst, I do not know what I will\u00a0draw out.\u00a0But I do know that I no longer have to categorize hurt and strength into light or dark, as good or bad.<\/p>\n
It took both for me to really come alive and fiercely into my own, to find my power.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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