‘I Master My Chosen Craft’ …Travel Along, Day 31

“What did you learn from your mom?”   

The subject line of an email I received today.

My answer – “She loved me.”

What does that have to do with this context?  I didn’t know she loved me.  By doing the work I do, I dispelled the numbness that had been my life to get down to the love she had for me.  I didn’t know it until that point.  I lived in numbness and depression, my drug of choice.  I thought she didn’t have time to know me, to love me, so I was unloved, unlovable.  She died from childbirth issues when I was 9 days old.  Now, I close my eyes, tilt my head to the left, and literally feel her, the energy of her, as I lay my head on her breast.  I feel the love.  I am loved.  I was always loved.

It’s all a part of why I master my chosen craft.  I feel again.  I feel for others.  I feel with others.  My craft allows me to show love, to help others to feel how they naturally would feel without whatever is in the way.  That’s why I master my chosen craft.

Thank you, mom.