Roots Remember, Seeds Surrender

 

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹.

Wholeness can only emerge from the seed state – from the place where you began. From the place where the wounds were first formed. True healing is not so much about growing a new and thicker skin as it is about remembering – the willingness to remember. Remembering is re-membering – the act of putting yourself back together from the pieces you lost along the way.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝒾𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃.

Recently, I was fortunate enough to discover a book that invites its reader into a space of surrender – to their own story. It led me to ask questions and gently opened me to curiosity, allowing answers to rise from within. I’m talking about Mark Wolynn’s It Didn’t Start with You. This book calls the reader to dive into their family story, to explore and uncover patterns of destiny. It encourages us to look for the echoes – to notice similar situations repeating across generations within a lineage. It is a truly powerful body of work – one that can realign your inner world in ways unimaginable from the place where you begin.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒.

Each wound etched into the fabric of our soul goes through two phases on its way to wholeness: suffering and surrender. Hurt awakens the origin of the wound - it brings you the awareness of it. Surrender is the willingness to look into that wound’s story. It gives you the humility and readiness to listen and empathize. Both are necessary to push ourselves through the portal of renewal that each wound offers. Therefore, hurt is not something to be avoided- it is an irreplaceable part of one’s journey to wholeness. For our souls, it’s like the wildfires in Australia that burn through the overgrowth of yesterday, clearing space for new life. The fire’s heat cracks open the seeds’ hard shells and sends nature on another wild journey of sprouting and flourishing. From that moment forward, everything becomes possible. Surrender opens doors.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

Our wounds carry stories. Without a story, a wound cannot be created – nor can it be healed. It is our story that binds us, and the answers we seek lie in our roots. Healing begins with the willingness to forgive, and forgiveness grows from understanding. The moment we are ready to step into the shoes of our ancestors and truly listen – with open hearts and minds – we begin to rewrite the story. Not just for ourselves, but for all those who came before and all those who will follow. The real journey begins when we understand there is no “me” and “you.” We are in this together, playing out shared energies while believing we design our lives alone.

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓇𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒽, 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉.

When you are willing to meet your mother and father at the seed level – to return to the moments where the hurt occurred and experience them from their point of view – you collapse time and begin to set the records straight. You begin to choose yourself. You begin to create yourself. You begin to rewrite your story. Not just for yourself, but for everyone. Not just for those who share your blood, but for the whole world. You begin to contribute to the collective field of love – by loving, accepting, empathizing, listening, and feeling. When you stop building walls between yourself and your lineage, when you no longer separate pain into “my hurt” and “your hurt” but instead recognize it as one shared wound, and when you offer others the same understanding you long for, you transform the entire narrative.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉.

A healed story is a story of coherence. From the moment we arrive, we are searching for wholeness. Healing gathers the scattered pieces of us and brings them into unity. In that story, there is no separation – only wholeness. There is no “your love” or “my love” – there is only love. We meet and merge in love. But we also merge in grief, sadness, and pain. When we do it right, when we surrender into it with acceptance, it is all just the same – love.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈. 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓈.

Everything within us becomes unified through the ongoing practice of welcoming. We welcome love, and we welcome hurt. We welcome fear, and we welcome hate. We welcome joy, and we welcome grief. When all is welcome, there is no longer a need for labels, judgment, or defence. No more categorizing, criticizing, doubting, or name-calling. Everything that arises – every emotion, every part – is a sacred part of the self. Even the confused parts deserve to be loved and honoured: the hurt parts, the angry parts, the ashamed parts, the guilty parts, the lost parts, the jealous parts, the raging parts. All are welcome. All are loved. Love unifies them all. The best place to begin is home – the place where you began.

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈.

𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎, 𝓌𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

 

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele