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<blockquote data-quote="scent of cedar" data-source="post: 610638" data-attributes="member: 1721"><p>I agree, Recovering. We are (all?) engaged in the same process, but languaging it differently. (I like that term. Languaging. Good one, Recovering!) </p><p></p><p>I think your "power" would be, in my languaging, "authenticity." That is what I find on the other side of Brene Brown's "vulnerability." For me, the process has been one of remaining silent inside, of not defining or pre-thinking the thing. It seems to me that we (or at least, that I) probably needed to pre-define things, in seeking to protect myself or the others. Not knowing is probably a foolish and a dangerous thing, for the child of someone rage addicted. So, I needed to be this healed before I could risk that, maybe.</p><p></p><p>So, that is a good thing, then.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p></p><p>*****************</p><p></p><p>I was wondering whether your dream meant that your power (my "authenticity") was always there, has always been there, will always be there, whenever you decide to claim it. And that, maybe, there was a time in your life when you were very close to never reclaiming yourself. In your love for your daughter, in your decision to change things for her...you stepped up, Recovering.</p><p></p><p>And began the work you were born to do.</p><p></p><p>It may be that each of those dresses represents a time you were hurt to the point of shutdown, as a child. Sort of like my Frankenstein imagery. The real you is there, has been there, all along. I wonder what would happen, Recovering, if you took one of the dresses down to hear the story behind the closeting....</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>I agree with your imagery of the buried car as buried power. Old, powerful cars were driven by gangsters, by criminals, right? Who knows what terrible things happened in that car before it was buried beneath the cleansing sand? So, maybe there are stories for me to listen to, too, Recovering.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="scent of cedar, post: 610638, member: 1721"] I agree, Recovering. We are (all?) engaged in the same process, but languaging it differently. (I like that term. Languaging. Good one, Recovering!) I think your "power" would be, in my languaging, "authenticity." That is what I find on the other side of Brene Brown's "vulnerability." For me, the process has been one of remaining silent inside, of not defining or pre-thinking the thing. It seems to me that we (or at least, that I) probably needed to pre-define things, in seeking to protect myself or the others. Not knowing is probably a foolish and a dangerous thing, for the child of someone rage addicted. So, I needed to be this healed before I could risk that, maybe. So, that is a good thing, then. :O) ***************** I was wondering whether your dream meant that your power (my "authenticity") was always there, has always been there, will always be there, whenever you decide to claim it. And that, maybe, there was a time in your life when you were very close to never reclaiming yourself. In your love for your daughter, in your decision to change things for her...you stepped up, Recovering. And began the work you were born to do. It may be that each of those dresses represents a time you were hurt to the point of shutdown, as a child. Sort of like my Frankenstein imagery. The real you is there, has been there, all along. I wonder what would happen, Recovering, if you took one of the dresses down to hear the story behind the closeting.... Cedar I agree with your imagery of the buried car as buried power. Old, powerful cars were driven by gangsters, by criminals, right? Who knows what terrible things happened in that car before it was buried beneath the cleansing sand? So, maybe there are stories for me to listen to, too, Recovering. [/QUOTE]
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