The Scar Clan
I have been re-reading Clarissa Pinkola Estés Women Who Run With The Wolves. And I must admit I had forgotten.
Forgotten my ability to run, to be my own wild self; forgotten the Courage, forgotten that I am a part of the Scar Clan.
Certainly each of us feels this way. All those injuries suffered over the years: the losses, the sad times, the setbacks and disappointments; each has left its mark. Its scar: invisible to others perhaps, but all too apparent to those of us who bear them.
Learning to live with the scars, to accept them and move on is hard. Perhaps one of the hardest things many of us will ever do.
Because we must learn to want those scars....