I'd like to share an idea that came to me a little while ago, whilst considering my own upbringing and how love was something that literally "went without saying" in the family - or at least, that's how it appeared!
It seems as though we come into this world looking for love to be delivered in a certain format, but it comes in unrecognizable forms, so we throw it away. It's like having a round hole as your love receptacle, but only being given square pegs. Because they don't fit, you throw them away, and grow up feeling unloved. Or another analogy is to go into your local greengrocers and demand that they provide you with a pound of lean beef steak. You stand in there for a very long time, throwing tantrums, shouting at the poor shopkeeper, using tears, pleading, bargaining, threats .... but you just don't ever get your pound of lean beef steak!
The good news is, though, that all those square pegs we so casually threw away, because they didn't fit our round hole, can be gathered up and re-fashioned. I give thanks to the person who created a beautiful image of a lovely jade round column formed out of all the discarded square pegs. In this way we can begin to heal the hurts, feel fulfilled, and know that we always have been loved.
