AT THE HEART OF ALL TRAUMA
At the heart of all trauma, a terrible sense of isolation, disconnection, loneliness.
Follow your trauma to its devastating core, friend, to its heart of darkness, and you will inevitably meet the abandonment wound, the pain of all pains.
Abandoned by mother, father. Forgotten and misunderstood by the world. Cast out of heaven and separated from the Godhead. Divided from life.
Of course, it’s an illusion. You were never separate from the mountains, the forests, the diamond drops of morning dew. You were never broken, never rotten at your core, never separate from the One. You were always loved. The terrible heart of darkness was always your own exquisitely beautiful heart of light, so fragile, so powerful, so loveable, so real.
Ultimately others cannot save us. Each of us are called to confront our aloneness, dive into the heart of our trauma, and find solace and sanctuary there. Others can hold our trembling hands but they cannot travel for us.
There is no external saviour, and the lie of love is that another human being – parent, partner, guru or god – can complete you.
No. Your completeness is in your brokenness. We cannot save each other but we can weep together, walk together, share our terror, our horror, our shame, our hope and our awe.
Walking in the forest at dawn, our eyes meet.
I recognise your longing as my own.
Love is a recognition.
Author: Jeff Foster
Artwork: Welder Wings