Once upon a time a little girl and a little boy were born; in separate homes to separate parents in separate worlds. The boy’s mother loved her son more than she ever thought she could feel love. The girl’s mum loved her daughter so much she thought her heart might explode into a thousand pieces. The dads of the children held their babies tight in their arms and promised to always be there for them, always provide for them and always keep them safe.
As the little boy grew, he started to get stronger on his feet and one day he fell and grazed his knees. His parents rushed over and said, “come now my son, big boys don’t cry.” One day in the playground, as the baby girl became a confident child she saw the boy and his friends building sticks and she rushed over to be told, “this game is not for you little girl, go play with the other girls and their dolls.”
Slowly as the pair grew up in their separate worlds with their separate friends they each were slowly robbed of half of the self they had been born with all those years ago. The boy was robbed of living from his heart space and the girl was robbed of her ferocity, and so they followed the paths that fit the selves that were left, until one day they both realised they were unhappy.
The boy was now a man; a strong man with a good job and a loving wife and his own children. The girl was a loving wife with her own children who she loved so hard she felt her world would cease to exist without them. But something had happened within both of them for different reasons, which broke them apart so violently that their insides became raw and they could be honest about what they knew they had lost from within themselves. The man felt like the words were missing to describe the feelings he felt and so he replaced the words with stuff. The woman got real with the dreams life had taken away from her and she became so fierce in her pursuit of them that she frightened herself.
Both the man and the woman came full circle, back to what they had always been by connecting to the inner knowing of their souls. A knowing that cannot be explained, only felt. Maybe in some ways, in this way, the woman also connected to her heart space because in being everything to everyone else she lost her compassion for herself. In finding what both had lost they felt light, free, expanded and alive. They began to live by their intuition. They faced walking alone as they listened to the feelings the energy of others created within them and decided feeling good was worth the sacrifice of losing all that was no longer aligned to who they were.
As the woman stood in front of her man who had loved her when she was incomplete he now felt threatened and disconnected from her fierce, authentic, feeling wholeness. And as the man stood in front of the woman who had loved his strong responsible self-control she did not recognise the open, feeling, authentic softness that stood before her either.
Did the couple walk forward together or alone? That part of the story has not been written yet.