Nine years into our marriage, our couple therapy sessions had us both nosediving deeper and deeper within the abyss of our unconscious childhood memories. It is only in the thick of darkness while inhaling faith and exhaling surrender that we will be able to find our roots. We cannot use our eyes to search for the bottom because our eyes can only see the surface. Our roots are not spawned from logic therefore analysis would be paralysis. It is the heart which records and remembers every horrifically wondrous thing it felt. The heart is like a benevolent whale who patiently waits for us to regulate our depth perception whilst encouraging us to dive forever deeper into our subconscious shadows with each therapy session. Our ancestor's cellular information of what was healed and what was not, stream through our bloodlines. Like it or not, we have inherited the leftovers from what our relatives couldn’t reconcile. Treading water in the deeper ends was strengthening our will and boosting our determination to stay out of the platitudes of the shallows. But it was also emotionally exhaustive. We persevered relentlessly, unearthing our outer shells by way of feeling. The only way out was to feel our way through.
