Hey Faux Hawk

Dear Friend,

I quote you a lot more than I see you. You should know that. Somewhere along the line of us driving one another completely brutally insane, I've developed incredible respect for you. Why Pink? Oh, you and she remind me of one another. A journey that hasn't already been easy. Still, a life that is fierce.

That thing about the "mother wound that seldom heals" Was it yours? Someone else's? Not that it matters. But it's incredibly important to so many of those that I love. Mostly because they are desperate to hear it and I can't clone you. For me, most importantly, it has become one more way to say, "Hey, this hidden part of you, that you don't know what to do with and you're not sure how to handle--- You're not alone in this." And it's enough that I can speak about a lane in which I'm not living, and point to others who are figuring it out. Because I think you and I can agree that there are a lot of beautiful little ones that we know, both men and women, that know nothing of their value and their worth. And in that, we're sharing the same mission-- not to give it to them, or to somehow confer it upon them, but to point them towards a journey that might end up in The Discovery.

Perfect example: Another Friend responded when I helped her label the monster, "That makes perfect sense." Then added, "Why does no one talk about it?" "Everybody brings up 'Daddy Issues Why is that?" OK. That's a lane I know. And here was my response: I think that "Daddy issues" are something that women generally either get through, get over, or learn to deal with. Men do a lot of damage. As to mothers, there is something about those that could, or should, or ought to understand and could, or should, or ought to be different; when mothers apply the coup de grace-- the killing blow-- that act screams "unresolved" pain. Father may be the enemy outside the castle walls but Mother is sometimes the enemy within them. The arrows from outside the walls are never as painful as the knife wound in the Banquet hall. Of course, if I stay too long in this pondering, I'd have to wonder why our world is incredibly comfortable with lost boys, but sick to the stomach over lost girls. Now it's out there, perhaps you can help me with that, too.

What I do know is this. Embracing Grace pays dividends far beyond us. I knew you needed Grace. You knew I needed Grace. Strange how that works, isn't it? Still, Grace knows each of us, now. And is in the process of knowing those we know. Unworthiness is the first response that comes to mind. But quickly thankfulness. And joy. Did you ever think you'd bring me joy? Just thought you should know.

thus spake,

me