Speaking the Initiatory Wound

The first time I tried to write what would be Gift of the Dreamtime, I was seven years old. I called it “The Incontrovertible Truth.” I don’t even know where I learned that word. My story was hand-written on wide-ruled notebook paper in a powder blue paper binder. That conviction and drive to put it all into words persisted into its final publication nineteen years ago, 1 September 2004 by Spilled Candy Books.

That revelation sat hard a few weeks ago, and it left me exploring who I was when I wrote it and what has changed for me now. By the time Gift of the Dreamtime was fully conceived, I recognized its context as my initiatory wound where soul tending is concerned. The whole time through its writing I questioned whether I should be writing it to share. Was it enough to just put it into words for myself? Every time I heard, “No.”

Nineteen Years

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cv0J0Lhg1Ex/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== Nineteen Years Much the way new parents refer to their babies’ (I have twins; always plural 😉 age as “twelve weeks” or “twenty-four...