Healing Childhood Trauma

Today I read about childhood disassociation and escape into daydreaming and fantasy and it was a hell of a shock to realise it’s something I did as a child and which has carried on throughout my life.

I know what sparked it off so today I decided to create a healing image of leaving the dark behind and walking the yellow brick road to a future healed of the trauma of the past. Been very, very emotional!

Let the Children Play!

let-the-children-play

THE WAY WINGS SHOULD
 
What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings
should?
 
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth
 
so that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
 
I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.
 
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment.  But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I
sing those words.
 
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?
 

~ Rumi ~
 
 
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky)
 

 

InSight

InSightI originally posted this on my blog, The Crazy Crone – Living a Wild and Adventurous Life

This artwork relates to a nightmare I had after writing about my childhood, and how it acted as a clearing house to process the changes I’ve been going through. If you’re interested in reading this post, the link  is:  InSight

The artwork I used as a basis for the above digital art is one I created in Australia, with acrylics and glitter:

Galactic Spiral

Open Heart

Open Heart

OPEN HEART

We come into this life dancing

with love in our hearts, joyfulness, curiosity, laughing gleefully,

playing in mud and glitter.

And then society

teaches you

to love possessions/things

And to turn away from the humanity shadowing

your doorstep:

the less fortunate, the poor, the homeless sitting

on the streets and begging.

Begging!  How awful to spoil our nice, neat, tidy streets

with the reminder that not all of us have things

like house and possessions.

But all of us possess hearts, the power of love

and the knowledge that

hey, babe, you’re only a

whisker away from your seat on the street.

Lose your job/make a mistake/miss your mortgage payment/

damage your car and can’t afford the repair to get to

a low-paid, slave-conditions job/

bounce a cheque due to bank fees and the bank

will charge you for that bounced cheque

and send you into penury.

Look at that guy/gal on the street begging.

Open your eyes to their humanity.

Unzip your heart, know that people not possessions are the real

wealth of our world.

Give them a dollar or more, or a coffee, or a meal, or clothes, or

yourself offering help,

Because there –

but for the grace of God –

goes you.

Be humble. Show love. Be generous.

Open your heart and shine your soul!

Mairzy Doats

Something a little lighter. I created this piece of digital art and for some reason the title of the nonsense song “Mairzy Doats” came to mind.  Although it sounds nonsense, it has actual words which are strung together the way kids do. I remember when I was at the Catholic Convent as a child, for example, that one prayer read “to thee we send up our sighs” only I thought it read: “to thee we send up our size” and I used to wonder why anyone in heaven would want to know how tall I was!

Mairzy Doats
Mairzy Doats

And here are a couple of versions of Mairzy Doats: