It seems like a black hole that could engulf me and swallow me alive. I fear that I will become like a dependent, needy child. It is easy to step into Welwood s painting. Each one of us have spent time in that dusty palace where the cobwebs of rejection, abandonment, messages of our lack of being loveable from our parents, former friends and lovers cling to us. For many of us the webs have been draped for so long we have forgotten their existence until the presence of a new love calls them to our attention.
Awareness born of love is the only force that can bring healing and renewal.
Out of our love for another person, we become more willing to let our old identities wither and fall away .This is how love ripens us by warming us from within, inspiring us to break out of our shell, and lighting our way through the dark passage to new birth. Psychologist Karen Kahn Wilson, Ed.D., lives and works in the Washington, DC, area.