My mom died at the end of May. It has sparked a remarkable journey into the nature and process of identity.
I had no idea how formative she was to my identity complex and all the false selves I created in response.
With her death, I returned to this old safe place of the void. Alone but safe. A coping mechanism of dimming the light within me so that I could feel loved and accepted by others.
Tsunami waves of grief washed away this old identity structure in the wake of her passing. And what is emerging is a joyful, playful creative expression of life. A child whose light is not dimmed.
And my mom's spirit, the Universal Great Mother, cheering me on in every moment.
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