I had a disturbing dream last night. My parents and I were cleaning my/our house. It was endless work, like in a fairy tale. And at the end, suddenly a ladder and some other things fell on her and I screamed out for my father to come and help me get the things off of her. That is when I woke up from the dream.

It being Mother’s Day, I thought of the Divine Mother and then the archetype of the Wounded Healer. I looked the latter up and found this:

“Carl Jung and his followers identified the archetype of the wounded healer. Henri Nouwen, pastoral psychotherapist, explained that “making one’s own wounds a source of healing … call[s] …for a constant willingness to see one’s own pain and suffering as rising from the depth of the human condition which all share.”

Now I know why I keep writing on the same theme, this thanks to a comment from P. K.

“Please do keep writing, Vicki, for as long as you can. I know only too well about the deep wounding you write about. For some of us it was loss caused by a literal illness and death, for others a loss of nurturing at a time or times in our lives when we were drowning in self-loathing and doubt. The pain and grief is something we all share, whether we are aware of it or not. Many are not. It’s possible their lives are simpler. I will never know.”

And my last essay was titled “Wounded” and even then I didn’t see that I was writing on the subject of the wounded soul.

To top it all off, Rob’s gift to me was a pink box of See’s Candies and a pink card. I “see”
The symbolism of the See’s and I smile. He gave me an unconscious gift with that play on words. I have always seen what I am writing about because the Seer is ever-present in us all.

Hallelujah and Happy Mother’s Day to the Divine Mother in us all.

Vicki Woodyard