A Treasure Found at Home

I played an interesting game in therapy yesterday. She asks me a bunch of questions and I’m supposed to answer each one with “I don’t know.” But, I’m supposed to really feel it before I say it.

The second question she asked was, “Are you someone’s daughter?”

Later she asked, “Do you have a mother?”

When we talked about it later, I mentioned these family questions were the hardest to answer. Sure, I have Mary, but I didn’t grow up with her. And clearly the parents I grew up with love me, though sometimes I think it’s a challenge for them to understand me.

She nodded. “Who’s Mary?” she asked.

Ooops! I forgot to mention I was adopted! How’d I let that slip? So we went over that story and what it was like for me.

Then, later, she asked me to tell her what I did know. Interesting considering one of the conversations I had with GSC when we were both sick was about how we can’t really know anything. I was pretty much in a place of really not knowing much. But we talked a bit and discovered some pretty simple, profound, strong things I know about sanctuary and safety and devotion and spirituality; about the symbiotic relationship of love.

Now, how do I really just trust fully in what I do know? How do I fully engage that as my base and build on those self truths?