Certain places, in combination with the surroundings, have a healing effect for me- So despite the trauma of childhood, I can look back and remember when those things healed me then in the same way they continue to heal me today-
I hadn't made that connection before- I thought I was experiencing dejavu- But what was happening was I was remembering feeling still, a peace within, perhaps even normal, in stark contrast to the trauma-
A feeling that everything was ok-
Almost primal-
I had two quirky aunts that were sisters- On rare occasions I spent time with them- One lived in the woods, the other went where the wind blew, both were naturalists- I had always wished, as I did with every member of my family, that they took more time nurturing me-
I then had a niece- Who I paid attention to and nurtured- And now as an adult am remembered as a healing touchstone from her traumatic childhood-
Bereavement wipes out everything


