The Parts That Are Asking to Be Seen

From an old journal, sometime in the last few years. Shared as it was written, unedited.

I'm not sure what to write today. I feel perhaps my energy is focused on staying grounded and present, so I am clear and calm and kind throughout the day. It's a beautiful mantra and it has served me well. Thank you for helping me find those words in the time that I needed them most.

It is so interesting how when we are in that heightened triggered state, it is the part of us that we most find uncomfortable who comes into play. Have we perhaps been suppressing them and then open the gates? Or maybe it is the part that our Higher Self has superseded? But neither of those feel right.

It feels like it is the part of us that has been asking for attention and has not yet received it. The part that is hurt and unsure and in the moment of the trigger comes to life. No, that's wrong. Becomes so activated that she can no longer be contained.

And so she explodes with the energy that triggers her into action to find her, to calm her, to work with her, to help her be herself in her full self, reunited with the whole of me, no longer needing to hide away in fear of being hurt again.

Bless her. Bless that part of me.

The part that feels she can only survive by attacking first or running away or hiding. Oh, I am sending her so much love. I hold her in love. I would like to know her better, to understand what it is that hurts and help her release the tension that keeps her so tightly wound.

Beautiful part that has been hurt and is now ready to heal.

There is a gentleness here, a presence, a willingness to make that deep attention fully available. I am asking you to help me find the way through. I am asking you to guide me and I am sensing that the work is already begun, that my task here is to allow it, to allow the healing process and simply to hold my whole self in love and to reflect that love, to shine that love to others so they too may feel its warmth and in turn feel that inner glow to heal those parts that are hurt or lost or lonely.

Oh this work it is so beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for being me. Thank you for it all.

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