Tag Archive: metamorphosis


A Day at the Beach


I spent the day driving along A1A visiting Little Talbot Island, Big Talbot Island, Amelia Island and Fort Clinch State Park. I thought I would share some of my photos from my trip.

 

Fences along the dunes... I love these falling down fences, so beautiful despite their weakness.

Fences along the dunes… I love these falling down fences, so beautiful despite their weakness.

I love the vibrant colors and textures I always find along the beach.

I love the vibrant colors and textures I always find along the beach.

 

I love watching the sand-pipers pick their way along the beach... and I think the footprints they leave behind are so cute.

I love watching the sand-pipers pick their way along the beach… and I think the footprints they leave behind are so cute.

 

I love the way the light turns golden as the sun prepares to set...

I love the way the light turns golden as the sun prepares to set…

 

I love this old bronze cross in St Augustine... It is beautiful and I love the way it shines in the sun.

I love this old bronze cross in St Augustine… It is beautiful and I love the way it shines in the sun.

 

Simple Beauty


I love how the simple beauty of a flower, butterfly, sunset, etc… can speak to us on some primal and profound level. I have found great healing in my love of photography.  I am endlessly surprised by the images that capture my atttention… from sun-dapled paths to the tinies mushrooms and everything in between.  I would like to share a few with you…

I feel like I am steadily climbing my way out of the darkness.

I feel like I am steadily climbing my way out of the darkness.

I love the peeling bark of the River Birch.

Layer by layer…healing occurs.

Soon I will emerge - transformed

Soon I will emerge – transformed

 


Excerpt from The Courage to Heal pg xxiv ~” Time will dull the pain, but deep healing doesn’t happen uness you consciously choose it”~

John Eldridge says in his book Wild at Heart that “A wound unfelt is a wound unhealed.”  So I have to ask myself – how do I feel?  How has living with this abuse made me feel…?  Following along in the first chapter of Courage I have journaled the following:

How abuse affected my self esteem: 

I feel…..

  • Bad, dirty, ashamed
  • Like there’s something wrong with me
  • Like if people really knew me they would leave me
  • Like I hate myself
  • Immobilized by fear/can’t get motivated
  • Unable to protect myself
  • Self destructive

I don’t know how to….

  • Identify my own needs
  • Feel good
  • Nurture myself
  • Trust myself
  • Recognize my own interests/talents/goals (my heart)

I feel like I can’t accomplish what I set out to do

I feel like I can’t move on with my life.

I feel compelled to be perfect

I feel like I am missing large parts of my childhood…

How this abuse has affected my body:

I have a hard time:

  • Appreciating and accepting my body
  • Feeling at home in my own skin
  • Being fully present in my body
  • experiencing a full rang of feelings in my body.
  • experiencing my body as a unified whole.

I have:

  • Hurt myself ~abused my body
  • Used alcohol and drugs
  • Had an eating disorder
  • Had a physical illness connected to my abuse
  • Felt as though I sometimes leave my body.

Sometimes I:

  • Am not always aware of the messages my body gives me (hunger, fear, tiredness…)
  • Mistrust my body
  • Feel numb or disconnected from physical sensations
  • Startle easily and have a hard time calming down
  • Am unable to relax and feel physically safe.

Relating to intimacy – Sometimes I:

  • Find it difficult to: trust people, make close friends, create/maintain healthy relationships, give or receive nurturing, be affectionate, say no/set appropriate boundaries.
  • I feel I don’t deserve love
  • I am afraid of people
  • I feel alienated/isolated
  • I rarely feel connected to self/others
  • I don’t know how to trust
  • I feel betrayed and taken advantage of
  • I shut down, get nervous, panic when people get too close
  • I cling to people I care about
  • I expect people to leave me.

It is hard to take an honest look at my life – to survey the damage like I am taking inventory.  I don’t exactly know how to feel about all of this…mosty I look over the different aspects of my life and kind of nod to myself and think…”Well this explains a lot.”

Please bear with me dear readers.  I am by far not through this journey yet.

Peace be with you.

Drowning


Lately I feel like I am drowning in pain.  All I can think is, “I don’t know how to do this…”  It’s crippling, really…I feel frozen in this spot and I am afraid to reach for help.  No one can help me through this.  The pain of my past has finally caught up with me and is taking hold of my life… it’s ruining my marriage…it’s permeating my relationships….it’s taking over!  I see every relationship or potential relationship through the filter of my parent’s abuse.  I can’t go on living like this.  It is so terrifying and isolating and maddening.  I want to be free of it all.  I wish I could wash this off… I wish I could dust my ands off and be done with it.  I wish I could change my past and give myself a blank slate – a fresh start… I wish there was a pill for bad memories… I wish…I wish…

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Father’s Day


Father’s Day came and went this year like every year before it – full of conflicting emotions and empty of truth.  What has ‘father’ meant to me?  Why should I celebrate a day for him?  I’m so confused.  ‘Father’ has been ‘tyrant’, ‘teacher’, diciplinarian’, ‘grouch’,’hateful’…’father’ has also been ‘fun’, ‘companion’, ‘playmate’ and ‘preacher’.    The trouble for me is there are too many faces, none of them consistant… few of them friendly.  One good day is supposed to erase months of yelling, insults, fear and humiliation.  One day spent laughing together is supposed to make me forget being ruled with an iron fist and a sarcastic sneer.  Daddy, I forgive you… I just can’t be the sacrificial lamb anymore… you may find me more lion than you remember me…

Siren


There’s something out there that is calling to me. 

I hear the voice clearly – haunting – chilling-alluring.

I long to follow… but I am so afraid.

It whispers, teases, shouts – and still I stand-

frozen and impotent.

When I break free of this I will run blindly

into that tantalizing music of freedom

and find my laughter waiting for me there.

Just Beneath the Surface


 

I can feel the truth just beneath the surface of all my conversations.  It waits there, lurks… longs to be released.  This truth is a powerful, angry thing… all muscle and sinew… all teeth and scales – like a great dragon – pacing and gnashing its teeth.  I could destroy you with my truth.  I feel the power of it and know that it would pierce your armor (even if you do not show it).  My truth lies in wait… languid and appearing lazy below these calm waters… beautiful and deadly… waiting to pull you to your death. 

I have had it caged so long I have forgotten how to let it out from time to time… I fear it will break free from its prison – that it will escape and destroy you before I can contain it.

Wild Goodness


My husband has coined the phrase wild goodness to describe things that are good in a major way… sometimes even in a dangerous way… like a walk in a storm, sex on the beach in the middle of the day, a large sum of unexpected money… something that touches you on a primal level and speaks to the goodness and wildness that is God’s love for us.   We try so hard to fit God into a box, to make him fit within parameters that are comfortable to us and when He doesn’t fit we get discouraged, frustrated and afraid.   I know I do.  I want God to be predictable and stable and quiet and unobtrusive; but I am glad He is not those things.  Deep down, I am glad He is wild and dangerous and good in ways that are beyond my comprehension.  I am glad He is a God of Passion, a God of fierceness, a God of untold beauty and strength… a God of storms and sex and roller-coasters… a God of music and art… of lovers and warriors and dancers… a God of grace and peace…  I want to live a life of wild goodness… of abandon.  God help me to see You as You are.

Distant Thunder


I hear the rumbling in the distance and it calls to me…

Secrets whisper, then shout to be heard

Wind caresses – then punishes…

So turbulent… so peaceful.

I long to enter the storm and disappear.

The Temptation


I felt the temptation to cut again yesterday stronger than I have in years.  It’s so frustrating… I thought I was past this… Some days the pain is just too much and I want some relief.  The thought of  a sharp blade was so comforting and alluring…like a siren’s song.  I don’t want to go down this path again.  I decide my future, and my future is not drowned in numbness-walking through life like a zombie.  I want to feel and be alive and real.  I want a life of honestly dealing with my emotions not running from them to booze or blade or drugs or sex or danger.  I want to breathe in every second of this precious life – even the parts that are painful or frustrating.   I want to be alive.  Please, God, help me…