Once upon a time, a human baby was born. It might have been you, or perhaps it was me, It could have been anyone. This baby was born with everything he needed to become, resting inside him, as a seed of a never before seen form of a human being. Luckily, the baby was born to human parents - with hearts full of love, awakened precisely for the baby’s arrival. Unfortunately, these parents were also human - once babies themselves, born to human parents - full of love, but wounded in some very specific ways that they were about to pass on to their baby - despite of their best intentions…  And this has been going on for many generations, wounded children growing far from the full healthy forms of themselves, forgetting what it was, and in this forgetfulness passing their wounds to their own kids. There is a very ancient, primary wound that is in the root of most of our wounds. It can be seen as a painful choice we were faced with in many of our early moments - We could either keep our integrity, our natural connection to our full authenticity and self - or have the love of our care takers - which actually meant belonging, being part, being taken care of, having a safe place, survive. This choice was unbearable.  We were told again and again, with spoken words, charged looks, deprivation of love, threats, punishments or violence - "if you're like that you will not receive our love. If you'll be like that - you cannot be part of us, if you wouldn't be more/less of that.." At the end we had to make a choice Many of us have learnt to cut off parts that threatened safety. Sometimes - we would choose ourselves over the safety and love - and usually carry these scars as deep beliefs such as “Love is not a safe space” or “I have to make it all on my own” and “I will never belong” We have adapted foreign formations, far from the way that were natural to who we are, from the form we can flourish in. mostly we can barely remember what that is. This wound is what I’m invested in healing.  I have been learning that we can heal, slowly. With a soft gaze, with the right mix of compassion and clarity -  we can Re-Member the true story of who we are.  We can bring back our lost parts, we can make peace within ourselves. We can go back to Love.