Saturday, June 14, 2025

Wounds to Wings: The Quiet Power of Letting Go



It has taken some decades for me to come to this realization – our perceptions are simply our perceptions. They are not absolute truths carved in stone. They are our side of the story, profoundly shaped by our beliefs and boundaries. π’―π’½π‘’π“Ž 𝒢𝓇𝑒 𝒢 π“‚π‘œπ“ˆπ’Άπ’Ύπ’Έ: π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ π“Œπ‘’’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 π“‰π‘œπ“π’Ή, π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ π“Œπ‘’’𝓋𝑒 π’Άπ“ˆπ“ˆπ“Šπ“‚π‘’π’Ή, π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ π“Œπ‘’’𝓋𝑒 π’Άπ’·π“ˆπ‘œπ“‡π’·π‘’π’Ή. They form the narrative of who we think we are.

These stories, shaped by filtered perception, design the path we walk – the story of our life, the story of us. We live by that story, believe it, follow it... until we’re ready to ask new questions. Until we’re ready to look in another direction. Until we’re willing to truly listen to others – not just with our ears, but with our eyes, heart, and soul. With our entire being. Until we stop believing that there are parts of us that are “too broken,” “too boring,” “too wild,” “too much,” and we begin to ask:
𝒲𝒽𝒢𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝒢𝓃 𝒽𝒢𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒢𝓁𝓁?

𝒲𝒽𝒢𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’π“ˆ π“‚π‘œπ“‡π‘’?

That’s when the kind and courageous side kicks in.
The wild and adventurous side awakens.
The gentle side is finally willing to sprout and be seen.

We start to talk to our wounds differently. We start to treat them differently – not as our bad or broken parts, not as lifelong burdens, but as parts in need. In need of time. In need of care. In need of love. 𝒲𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒢𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 π“‰π’½π‘’π“Ž π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒ’𝓉 π’Άπ“π“Œπ’Άπ“Žπ“ˆ 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓍𝒾𝓃𝑔.They need us to sit by their side and simply be. To sing. To hold them. To stop reaching for one more tool, one more answer, one more theory – and instead, just be there. Be there, and be love. Let go. Surrender. Trust.

π’ͺπ“Šπ“‡ π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“ƒπ’Ήπ“ˆ 𝒢𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝒢𝒹𝑒 π‘œπ’» π“ˆπ“‰π‘œπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ, 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“‰π’½π‘œπ“ˆπ‘’ π“ˆπ“‰π‘œπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ 𝒢𝓇𝑒 π“ƒπ‘œπ“‰ π’Άπ“π“Œπ’Άπ“Žπ“ˆ π‘œπ“Šπ“‡π“ˆ. As long as we hold on to what was handed down, we stay connected to the pain. But the moment we begin to loosen our grip – the moment we start releasing what was never ours to carry – a shift happens. It upgrades what we no longer need, and leaves us lighter.

It is time to let go of what the soul no longer claims.
It is time to let your wounds become your wings.

 

 

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele


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