Shedding our skins...

[purplerabbit]

Each day we shed our skins. Not always in layers like Seriph, but cell by cell, bit by bit, we remake ourselves. We heal old wounds slowly by building ourselves anew. My heart still remembers the pain, the sorrow, and uses it to build happiness, to build love, in my life. I still grieve, crying for what I lost but also crying for what I have gained. Amazing how love can heal what love wounded. Amazing the amount of love left in a broken heart. Amazing this year of loss and rebirth. This time last year I lie wounded, wishing almost that I should disappear. That the snake should consume herself rather than have to renew. With out them, without those parts of my life whom I loved passionately, without the trust that was broken -- I was blinded. Blind with pain and longing. In that blindness I struck out to find something to hold onto -- some hope of a direction. I had no idea that I would come to Iowa. And coming to Iowa I had no idea that what I would learn would not only be feminist anthropology, but how to heal, to forgive -- to shed my skin again.