Wounded Animals
by Kypris
June 9th, 2010
“Our hearts naturally want to be open, but when exposed to deep pain we behave like wounded animals.”–”Undefended Love”
I had a marvelous day today of working with clients. I love the way that my heart opens to a blissful fire when divine energy flows through me and I can really, truly, deeply help my students make powerful shifts in their lives. Afterward I felt all buzzy and happy and ecstatic. But what comes up must come down….
When I came back to myself and to my life, I remembered that I am still grieving. My cat is ill, and will need assistance in crossing over in the next day or so. As I write this I can already feel his spirit slipping out of his body. Grieving about him has brought up many other things I am sad about, relationships that didn’t work out for one reason or another. My natural response to this pain in my heart and my belly is to go into my room, turn off the phone, and lick my wounds until they heal, like the black jaguar that is my animal totem. Fortunately for me I don’t live alone, and my home is the hub of a sisterhood of priestesses that I have shared many years of trials and tribulations with. Tonight two of my sisters sat with me and comforted me, braving the jaguar’s den. I fought the urge to lash out and instead let them love me. I remembered that these are the times to let other women support me. I am in gratitude for my sisters tonight, and sending love to all of them. Aho.
