Touching the Fraility at the Core

The featured image came up Friday on FB’s “on this day” from last year. I reposted it joking I needed it tattooed on my forearm. Then later in the morning, I witnessed the fraility of a woman who is also my toughest client. She casts out barbs and talks down to me as I genty ask her how she had been, as if blaming me for her very condition (or existence). 

Her behavior triggered me. Within the same treatment session, she gave me a quick glimpse of how truly frail she is at her core. Through the looking glass, I began to see my own wounded little girl and how my own behavior has been over the past…

Today during a guided meditation on self-love, I met my most wounded self. Zooming out from the core, I saw how defensive (and evasive) I can continue to be in an effort to protect my wounded self from the world, or is it to protect the world from me? 


Expectations unmet

Disappointment breeds discontent 

The wounded girl cries out

Bound and gagged in the darkest dungeon

Yet her cries can still be felt

Pulling on the strings of my heart

Her confusion drives my mind in circles.

Like the rabbit,

In fear I run back to where I started.

To let her lose would bring annihilation

For the wounded girl at the core knows

How to slay perceived enemies 

In one deadly blow, her sword sharpened 

By years of desolation.

Her battle brings imminent death

In an effort to protect her essential core.

Best to be met at the castle gates by 

Boiling tar, poured out like

Molten lava from cast iron cauldrons

Than to breech the gates.

The moat really is there

For your own protection…

Best to heed its warning.


Bringing light to the ordinary,

The stranger,

The wounded,

And the lovable

Aspects of myself,

Allowing the seams to 

Fold together,

Stitching the patterns with

Threads of golden light,

Once again breathing in sweet unison

Repeated until the next undoing,

Giving the girl what she really seeks and

Needs: love and attention without any

Conditions. Acceptance brings her 

The light she needs

To see the walls of the dungeon

Only ever existed in her imagination….

“Meditation Studio” is the app I used today. The meditation was “self-love.” While I liked the meditation, I don’t like how the statements seem to ask for permission (i.e. May I be happy). So I changed the affirmations to present tense. This is what I did, instead:

  • I am happy.
  • I am healthy.
  • I am at peace.


Image: Google 

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  1. Tiffany, this beyond Beautiful! It pulls at my heart strings. I like what you did with the affirmations! ❤️😊 You know I meet passengers everyday who touch me, wake me up in my soul. Something to be grateful for!
    Have a Wonderful Weekend ❤️ Barney

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      1. So true, we need them both to grow. I am slowly realizing just how scarred I am and also how much I used these scars to protect myself, afraid of failure, rejection. All these things that scarred my marriage as well. Hope and Faith one day at a time! 😊

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    1. Honestly, I’m beginning to appreciate that we are all there in some form or another. When we protect our wounded selves from others (or others from our wounded selves), we also block the very things we seek: love and complete acceptance. Out of the fear of being hurt, we suffer endlessly in our own pain. We are all free, yet we are afraid to step into the light. For me, the fear of abandonment and rejection keep me hidden. A self-fulfilling prophecy, is it not?!
      Love to you Ziggy, as you see that it is you who holds the keys. ❤️💕

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      1. ☺️ thank you, sometimes my eyes leak and sometimes they burn with hell’s fire. makes it hard sometimes to feel I’m doing well. I realize this is part of the process and yet, sometimes it really sucks the chrome off of a trailer hitch 😉

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