Speaking from my own experience, and more specifically, my experience on this unusual day, I am beginning to recognize that there has been an all-out war going on inside me from an early age. This silent battle was waged by my ego against the deep wisdom embedded in my core, which knows ...
We must be exposed to grow new tissue, new life. When we have a wound in our body, no matter how deep it is, at some stage of the healing process we have to take off the bandages and expose it to the light. Then, the wound can heal, give birth to new cells, fresh and invigorating.
The unworthy woman is a force, an energy, a song-line. She'll hurl your into exile, desert, and silence. She'll wrap you up in shitty newspaper, and watch you drift down the river screaming. Ruthless. However, without her, we have this deep yearning for a deeper life. Without her, we're colorless.