A return to the source
Reconnected with my inner child today
#Spiritual Pillar teary texts…
And a beautifully fitting follow-up to yesterday’s post.
I had my second therapy session today. And wow was it an emotional one. I’m bawling my eyes out again just writing this. We dug into the concept of “inner child”.
Essentially, what I got out of today was that I need to stay connected to her - always. I see her smiling and running over to me. She looks deep into my eyes. She’s happy to see me and she needs me. She is proud of where I am and she can’t believe how much has changed. She is sad that we lost touch and wants us to stay close.
Today’s session felt like coming “home”. I say “home” as it has several meanings for me now. Home, for me, is where my husband is. But there’s also the home where I came from (my hometown). Again, old meets new; new meets old :) may they live together harmoniously.
I read a fiction book back in 2022 that talked about “a return to the source” (i.e., going back to your roots). I can’t quite recall what the title was, but it went a little something like this: “A return to the source - just being here felt healing. It was reminding me who I was, where I came from. I’d lost track of myself in all that madness, I realised. Sometimes a return to the source is the only thing that makes any sense”.
Travelling back to my hometown, as busy (and potentially triggering) as it can be, helps me remember who I really am. There's nothing quite like my roots to remind myself that "this is me, this is where I’m from and, actually, I’m going to be okay".
On that note, I’m heading back next month for a couple of weeks with my husband. How’s that for a nice bit of symmetry?!
And goes without saying that you’ll be on the journey too!
Simply forever young,
Salty