So many tears I’ve cried, so much pain inside, but baby it ain’t over till it’s over. . .”-Lenny Kravitz
Wow, did I get that in a big way this last past week. We all have our stuff, family stuff, some worse than others but we all have it. I know I’ve got mine, hell I kept dating my dad until the thought of dating at all was not even an option until I worked it out. I have been working on it for years, and have been feeling pretty good about it, feeling healed around it. Spent time in therapy, worked it out in my romantic relationships, it has come up in this blog many times and I think that writing has been the most healing thing for me. I felt I was good on the subject, and I was, but someone else was not. And he was waiting for me right back where we left off 30 +years ago.
My dad, who I felt never wanted to talk about this or anything deep for that matter, had been holding onto our relationship just where we left it so many years ago when it went south. We were never big on communication, I thought he wouldn’t be willing to go there, or maybe that was me not wanting to go there with him. Wasn’t pleasant the first time around, thought it might be easier just doing the work by myself or with a partner who mirrored his. . . let’s just say “energy.”
Never thought I would have the opportunity to deal with it directly with my dad, too much time had passed, where do you even start. So you can imagine my surprise when the other day it happened, I won’t go into what lead up to this confrontation, doesn’t really matter, had nothing to do with anything but I have to say it was the perfect storm.
He came at me out of the blue or maybe out of the oblivion, and in one fell swoop tried to time-travel me back to about age 15. And guess what, I was there, but then I wasn’t. I didn’t cower, I stood up for myself in a way I never have and didn’t think I ever could. Granted I wish I would have cooled it on the f-bombs I sent flying around my living room, but I was calm, I was firm and I was so in my own power it was surreal. As I was pretty much giving him the bums-rush out my front door, I don’t know who was more shocked him or me. All the old tricks he used to pull on me, shame, guilt, etc. didn’t work. Under the circumstances I felt like a million bucks, and then I didn’t.
I started to feel guilty, just a little bit but it was there. I basically told my dad to get out of my home and my life, I was done with him and his rage. My daughter, who was not home during the altercation, later asked me, “Where are we going to have Thanksgiving?” I told her I didn’t know, but we would figure it out.
It’s been almost a week and I haven’t spoken to either of my parents, and I don’t know what is going to happen. I spoke to two of my spiritual advisers and I now have a new perspective on what is going on here. This is hard work but I feel so good, like I don’t have anything to be afraid of anymore. Now I feel I can really get on with things. xo-K
My two cents: You can look away, run away, even move away but things don’t go away until you deal with them.
Wow, this work is so amazing. I am so awed and impressed with the work K has done these past two weeks. We keep telling each other: I’m so glad I’m doing my work because when sh*t happens, it feels really good to remain conscious and heal what has been brought up for a holy healing! K got the big whammy of healings that led to a spiritual breakthrough, and it was like watching goddess Kali at work.
You know Kali, the goddess of destruction and regeneration. She will burn your ass up and then dust you off your wings and let you fly. As a close observer of K’s transformation, it was like watching a perfect storm unfolding. I could see/sense the storm clouds gathering, saw the flashes of lightening. And then shazam she was deep into the hero’s journey, all on her own, fighting for her soul, and she won. All I can say is there must have been one h*ll of a flash of energetic release blasting out of K’s living room that afternoon. She healed not just herself in the here and now, but also herself across time and space. Awesome! K connected with her soul in a way she never had and she will never be the same again.
K mentioned that to her dad, she was that same defiant teenager who told him to stuff it, just before she started off on the journey to become the fierce, holy, and fabulous goddess that she is today. All I can say is he must have been so totally dazzled by her light that it scared the crap out of him and he resorted to all of the old tricks that used to subdue the girl before she became a woman. K met her dad as a fully evolved woman, not a child, and that is a beautiful thing to behold. The apprentice became the master. It’s the hero’s journey, in case it matters. The stuff of all great legends and heroines. Stay tuned. We are almost iconic. Love, C
My two cents: we are all on a hero’s journey that takes as long as it takes.