I am a Warrior Woman.
I’m on the phone with my spiritual director and we’re speaking the language of archetypes, a language I’m learning and a language in which Jim is both highly gifted and knowledgeable. I’m becoming more fluent but have SO much more to learn, especially when it comes to speaking archetypically about my own life. I am immersing myself in the world of archetypes and myths as a way of becoming more conscious and aware of the many different personalities that live within me. I yearn to discover “who” is speaking and why.
In a blue folder on the desk beside me lays a certificate from the CMED Institute that certifies that I have “Completed the Sacred Contracts Program and Has Met all Academic Requirements Set Forth by the CMED Institute to Qualify as an Archetypal Consultant.” Even after seven months of work and research at home and three VERY intensive, very long four-day classroom workshops, I feel like a two-year old still learning to speak. The only people to whom I’ll be consulting in the near future will be myself and the other four members of my group, but I’m incredibly excited and energized to be learning this new language!
My phone crackles and buzzes and Jim’s voice cuts out once again. I give up trying to record the call and take the phone off “speaker” and press it to my ear. Jim’s voice now comes through loud and clear and I pick up a pen to begin madly scribbling notes to myself. I don’t want to miss a word of his incredible guidance and knowledge. I’m devoting the next twelve months to meticulously and mindfully release a fate lock in my life and allow space for the threads of destiny to begin weaving a new pattern of energy and grace. I’m deep in the muddy muck of fate and have called Jim to help me find the tools to scrape the gumbo that’s sucking me in place and keeping me stuck.
I give Jim the Cole’s notes of my life, of the wounds that are wrapped around my fate lock. I am working to release the pattern of pain and suffering stemming from my husband’s and the Other Woman’s betrayal and replacing it with a Love and a deep knowledge of my self worth. I have done much and worked hard to heal but I still feel the hooks of a burr rubbing against me. In healing myself, I offer healing to all other women who have been so wounded. We are all interconnected and what is in the one is in the whole.
I’ve finished outlining to Jim the story of my blind-sided hit and the ensuing destruction. I’ve skimmed over the lengthy, stressful, highly complicated settlement negotiations that have just recently been concluded five long years after the end of my marriage.
I finish speaking and without pause I hear Jim exclaim, “What a worthy woman!”
Immediately the rich meaning of those words fill me and sink down deep into my being, grounding me in the truth I haven’t been able to see or feel. Tears of knowing fill my eyes as the worthy energy vibrates through every cell. I am worthy. I am a worthy woman. I am seeing through a new clarity of knowledge.
When the tsunami of the knowledge of my husband’s betrayal bashed against me I was hit hard with a feeling of humiliation and all the detritus that comes with that. I am filled with the very visceral perception of the meaning of that word and the ever expansive wounding it causes. It is a scatter bomb, tearing through tissue and burying little landmines in hidden places in my psyche. Long after the initial destruction has occurred, I’m still finding the cracks in the foundation of my Self.
I am a Warrior come back from a long, dark, warring night and I share my stories with you. I pull back my Warrior armor and show you my healed wounds and point to the injuries still seeping, still healing. Beneath my Warrior armor lives a Wounded Healer.
Be careful when reading these words, be careful not to infer meaning where there is none. A Wounded Healer is a healer who has been initiated into her power by way of a wounding, and it is with the mindful and active healing of these wounds that the healing power grows. A deeply empowered and powerful Wounded Healer is one who has been greatly injured (physically and/or psychically) and who has peeled back the scabs time and time again to release the pus of toxins held within.
My Wounded Healer speaks through the voice of my Warrior, telling the stories of my wounds so that you may find the wounds within you; so that you may begin the process of healing. I shed my armor and show you my vulnerable under belly, not because I am unhealed, not because I am still wounded – but because I AM healed, because the wounds have given me the great gift of becoming a Wounded Healer and a Warrior Woman. The injuries remaining are not inconsequential, but I am actively healing them, I am living my healing. I invite you to live yours.
I am a Warrior Woman and I am Worthy!