Her ways

Finding the Sacred in our Limitation

What if in our illnesses, our body’s symptoms were trying to tell us something? What if our symptoms were voices of our discarded selves?

What are your limitations? Your crushing limit? What if your limitation, your illness was the Great Teacher trying to keep you from straying off your specific Path? What would your specific path look like then?

What specific seed has borne you and your dreaming? What has been its ingenious purpose?

What if WHAT YOU HAD LONGED FOR is coming to you through this gate?

What would that look like? Is this purpose any less in our age? Or does it take a different form and voice? What is the WISDOM in the Wound?