Wisdom Drop~
- Kathleen House
- Sep 30
- 3 min read
The wound is not your story.
The blooming is.
“My body has been torn in pieces along with my small soul self. I pulled myself out of the black hole by my fingernails. Dirty, naked, alone in a corner until my guides could burst through my pain and lead me out of the dark. Goddess looked upon me and opened me up. I accepted her truth and pushed the boulder up the mountain over and over again. The spiritual path was the only way through.”
— Cathryn, The Vessel Mentorship student
The wisdom here was birthed through Cathryn's words. Her offering carries the marrow truth:
This wisdom was birthed through Cathryn’s words. Her marrow truth: the wound is not your story. The blooming is. And the blooming for some comes only by walking the path of Spirit.
Scars are maps of fire. They show where heat split you open, where life carved itself into your body. Flesh remembers rupture. Earth remembers fracture. Yet in the same split, roots find their way. Blossoms push through stone. Rivers carve new courses. The wound is never the end. It is where life insists on more.
But this “more” does not rise from flesh alone. Cathryn names what many of us know but rarely speak: only the spiritual current can carry us out of the black hole. Only in surrender to what is greater do we find the force to push the boulder again and again. Spirit does not erase the wound. Spirit midwifes the bloom.
Blooming does not erase the wound. The wound stains the bloom. The scar lives inside the petal. They are not separate. The flower is the continuation, the wild answer, the living refusal to stay broken. And the spiritual path is the soil that lets the bloom hold.
The myths already tell this. Gods torn apart and reborn only by the hand of the Divine. Goddesses swallowed by the underworld, who rose only with surrender, allowing Spirit to open the way. Trees struck by lightning, split wide, yet bursting into brighter leaf because the unseen currents of the sun and roots would not let them die.
Cathryn’s truth reminds us: you, too, are not remembered by your breaking. You are remembered by what rose from it. By the bloom Spirit guided you into. By the color that poured through the cracks. By the roots that refused to let go. By the feral insistence of life still moving in you.
This is marrow truth. The wound is not your story. The blooming is. And the Divine/Spirit/ Great Mystery/Goddess, is the current that carries the bloom.
”For those who still feel they are raw and bleeding. You are not your wounds! You are a warrior for surviving!”
Step into Sacred Currents ~ Earth Element. Enter the bloom.
Within ~Sacred Currents~, learning the language of the self is the MO. If this interests you, book a curiosity call and we can see if ~Sacred Currents~ would be a good fit for you.
In Love & The Holy Raw,
Kat
If your marrow aches for what is real,
Step into HOLY RAw
A fierce altar. A current of stone, flame, tide, and breath. A remembering that pulls you back into the root of your own body.
If you have met the Elements before, let them strike new sparks in you.
If this is your first crossing, come. Feel what blooms when you move with the untamed rhythm of life itself.
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