My Sense Is

My sense is that our wounds are not dysfunctions to heal, they are a repressed era of the Goddess emerging naturally as the light intensifies. This light, a dynamic manifestation of Source, acts as the catalyst in the surfacing of our wounded natures. Our wounded selves, no longer hidden, now might be loved by those who care, if we would try to allow it. Our shadow selves nearly always respond to safety a​nd love, over time.