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 be, 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 will 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, essential wound that is in the root of most of our wounds. It could be seen as a painful choice we were faced with in many of our early moments - with spoken words, charged looks, threats, punishments or violence - we have received the message - We could either keep our integrity, our connection to authenticity and our true self fully - or keep the love of our care takers - which actually meant belonging, being part, being taken care of, having a safe place. This choice is unbearable.  We were told again and again, in many ways, some more obvious than others - if you're like that you will not receive our love. If you'll be like that - you cannot be part of us. Go to your room and don't get out of there until you calm down. Stop crying. You must be more like that, you should never be like 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 of the way that is 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 (it is an ongoing process) that we can heal, slowly. With a soft gaze, working slowly around it, with the right mix of compassion and clarity -  we can tell the true story of who we are, to ourselves - anew.  We can bring back our lost parts, we can make peace within ourselves. We can go back to Love.