Beautifully articulated, Rebecca. Psychotherapists will say the hurting inner child who feels unworthy is a result of not having needs met as children. I think it may also be epigenetic or ancestral in a way that science can't measure. At this point, I don't know how much it matters. The healing work is to cultivate that wise, compassionate one, and bring her into connection with the hidden hurting one. As you are doing. Connection within (and to all forms of Nature) begets more and more connection. That's how it feels to me. I'm glad you and I are connected. 🤝 I appreciate when you come out of hiding to share yourself with us.
Thank you so much for your words, Marian. It is a never-ending process, it seems. I hope to share more and more of myself as time goes on. I appreciate our connection, too 💜
I hope you keep on writing Rebecca. Beautiful, honest, brave writing. When someone is willing to go into the cave to discover what is most true to them, it gives others the courage to give it a try. Thank you for doing that.
Beautifully done, so glad you came out of hiding :)! I have been afraid to paint lately and I need at 77 years to eliminate some of my journals, visual work and downsize. Rebecca, you are a Renaissance woman (talented in many areas) You won a 2nd and a 3rd place in two plein air painting competitions this Spring! Congratulations and thank you for your incites!
Thanks for the congrats, Dianne! You will always be my #1 fan 😊 I feel afraid to paint sometimes, too. I notice that once I just let myself begin to write or paint, I start to feel a bit more peaceful and at ease within myself. It is still something that the mind resists doing, for whatever reason.
I love it when you don’t know what to write. Something big, real and beautiful seems to follow.
Your words make me think about what’s at stake for those of us who increasingly identity as writers. A point comes when we realize what’s being summoned out of us goes beyond anything we might trivially call a “writing practice”.
Both the 7 year old reaching under pillow and her 30-something year old descendent write because some deeply trustworthy part of them knows - they have to in order to live.
At least that’s how it’s becoming for me. I write so that I can belong to my life. And I share my writing so that, maybe, others can belong to their lives.
Thanks so much for your insight and encouragement, Marc. I write so that I belong to my life, too. I just love that frame! My writing is my unfolding; sharing it with others is icing on the cake.
Beautifully articulated, Rebecca. Psychotherapists will say the hurting inner child who feels unworthy is a result of not having needs met as children. I think it may also be epigenetic or ancestral in a way that science can't measure. At this point, I don't know how much it matters. The healing work is to cultivate that wise, compassionate one, and bring her into connection with the hidden hurting one. As you are doing. Connection within (and to all forms of Nature) begets more and more connection. That's how it feels to me. I'm glad you and I are connected. 🤝 I appreciate when you come out of hiding to share yourself with us.
Thank you so much for your words, Marian. It is a never-ending process, it seems. I hope to share more and more of myself as time goes on. I appreciate our connection, too 💜
I hope you keep on writing Rebecca. Beautiful, honest, brave writing. When someone is willing to go into the cave to discover what is most true to them, it gives others the courage to give it a try. Thank you for doing that.
Thank you, Ian! It is an honor to encourage and inspire others just by being myself 🙏🏼
Beautifully done, so glad you came out of hiding :)! I have been afraid to paint lately and I need at 77 years to eliminate some of my journals, visual work and downsize. Rebecca, you are a Renaissance woman (talented in many areas) You won a 2nd and a 3rd place in two plein air painting competitions this Spring! Congratulations and thank you for your incites!
Thanks for the congrats, Dianne! You will always be my #1 fan 😊 I feel afraid to paint sometimes, too. I notice that once I just let myself begin to write or paint, I start to feel a bit more peaceful and at ease within myself. It is still something that the mind resists doing, for whatever reason.
I love it when you don’t know what to write. Something big, real and beautiful seems to follow.
Your words make me think about what’s at stake for those of us who increasingly identity as writers. A point comes when we realize what’s being summoned out of us goes beyond anything we might trivially call a “writing practice”.
Both the 7 year old reaching under pillow and her 30-something year old descendent write because some deeply trustworthy part of them knows - they have to in order to live.
At least that’s how it’s becoming for me. I write so that I can belong to my life. And I share my writing so that, maybe, others can belong to their lives.
Keep writing. You need you to.
Keep sharing. We need you to.
xo
Thanks so much for your insight and encouragement, Marc. I write so that I belong to my life, too. I just love that frame! My writing is my unfolding; sharing it with others is icing on the cake.