The Wound Is A Wild Place

Our greatest regret in life is most likely going to be that we never made our lives our own: that we lived according to what others expected of us and never walked off into the wild unknown to find what authenticity tasted like. We have wounds created by contorting our bodies, our lives, and our work into shapes that are not truly our own. Where have you had to give up a fundamental piece of yourself and called it love/being good/being a martyr? Thanks for being here, Sez

Transcript

What is the shape of your wound?

Is it the shape of sunlight scattered across a forest floor?

The shape of words wrapped in star moss and underbelly fur?

What is the shape of your wound?

Is it the shape of birdsong sung from a free and unfettered heart?

The shape of mountains being pushed up through the hot earth?

Or the tide being pulled inward to embrace the moon?

What is the shape of your wound?

Is it the shape of silver fur and amber eyes among deep snow?

Of herbs hung from the rafters or a midnight owl?

What is the shape of your wound?

Is it the shape of necessary endings and simplicity?

Of meaningful carelessness or wonder?

Because somewhere on this body of yours lives a wild place,

Longing for its wild remedy.

And it's not a wound or a rupture.

It's not a thing to be fixed nor a hole.

It's a door to be opened,

A question to be lived,

A journey to be chosen,

A longing to give your life to.

What is the shape of your wound?

Reviews

Your words are always comforting and inspiring. Thank you for sharing.✨🙏🏼💜✨

What is the shape of your wound? What an astonishing question. What a powerful poem.

Found this perfect gem of poetry while hesitantly approaching an abiding lack or hole or refusal I have been fighting to fix. Powerful pointing out instructions are here.

I listened to 3 abundance meditations this morning and stopped them all in progress because none of them addresses the poverty wound. This recording gets straight to the point. The voice is soft and slow, giving plenty of time for feeling the words. And the words! Healing poetry melting away my poverty scars. I felt bathed in medicinal mystery.

my wound is impossible to heal.
acceptance is necessary.
hurt people hurt people. 💔

So beautiful and powerful, thank you ❤️

Wow. That took me to a place.. I will most certainly revisit this powerful poem. Thank you 🙏🏼

Most beautiful poem I have ever heard. It is life altering if you can choose to unplug and allow Mother Nature to nurture your love and be the constant reminder that we must fight against the algorithm’s control to keep you from loving yourself inside and out.

Thank you, Sez, for giving us the words to name it and the hope to heal it. 🙏💫🌸

“A longing to give your life to”. I love your poetry. Thank you.

Tapping into a much needed perspective. Bringing the wild & making it personal. Thank you

Wounds and healing in so many shapes, thoughts, and everyday life. Always growing and shifting what those remedies look and feel like. Thank you shining light on so many possibilities. Namaste and then some.

I love this! I wish your meditation were longer. "The Southern Sea" by Stevenson is one of my favorites. Two years ago I danced from the heart of my wound to this song on a cliff. Very healing! ❤️

A wonderful reminder of the wild within. Thank you for this gift 🎁

So brilliant! A beautiful, wise voice speaking with such authenticity, eloquence and originality 💕🌹

Beautiful unfolding of the wound , that I have hesitated to explore more . Thank you Sez , this compels me to open the door a bit more ❣️

Wow! Your words have just given me a sudden insight into my biggest wound, carried for 25 years from the age of 6, but which began to heal 33 years ago almost to the day… now aged 62, and I understand, for the first time. Thank you so much for sharing this 😊

So amazing…something so powerful and transformative in these two minutes. All of it comes together in such a healing way. And the music is beautifully perfect. Thanks you so very much, Sez. 🙏🏼🌠💙

It's so true.. doors never opened. Fear of not being like them. You have once again given words for the wordless things.
Thank you, Sez, for speaking the Real to my soul. 🦋🌿🪶

It's always a great day when I find a Sez meditation that I haven't yet done. I love the bite sized chunks that always give me something to think about during the rest of my day.