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The Wisdom of Our Wounds
What if our wound is an ‘orphic egg’ whose gift cracks us open to a hidden reality?
“Our first identity marker is psycho-spiritual graffiti on the walls of our hearts. A story that says, ‘I am here.’” — Stories as Psycho-Spiritual Graffiti
My whole life is a murder mystery, and I was the one who was killed. Within that lies a two-part unfolding discovery, which I continue in my upcoming second book, The Song of the Mystery.
First, why did it happen? What is it about the way our lives are mapped that makes it easy to suffocate life?
And second is an examination of that body. What is it telling us? Where is the mark of death? And which instrument was used to take that life?
The story arising from this discovery is about what happens when something else marks us, whether it’s an ideology, a human behavior pattern, or a system. It all comes back to a story and an element of possession. When something else marks us, we lose the gift potential dormant within every struggle. We lose our ability to study our story, especially those sacred nooks and crannies that are the reservoirs of grief and loss.
Our story isn’t just what happens to us. It extends to what we see around us, and how that shapes who we become. As I’ve been developing The Song of the Mystery, I’ve wrestled with…
