The Forgetting

What the snow covers, the heart never forgets

April 12, 2026

I stumbled upon a book on Youtube last night. I will look up the title later as it’s just 6am and I wanted to write first while I was quiet and still.

This is the best time but remember the quiet and still will always be with you no matter the time of day or night, it’s just more difficult to access.

Yes, something special about early morning.

Yes. So, this book, my little one, tell me about it.

It basically says that I (we) am always whole, never broken. We are born into the world with hearts wide open. As we grow, there is what the author calls “the forgetting” that begins to happen. She says it falls softly upon us like snow, we barely notice until one day, we can no longer see the ground beneath our feet. This felt like truth to me.

She further goes on to say very clearly that this “forgetting” is not only not our fault but that those that contributed to it were in the middle of their “forgetting” handed down to them by those that were in the midst of their own and so on and so forth for generations back further than we can ever trace. This also felt like truth to me.

I’m listening.

There is a part where she asks the reader to walk down the hallway of their heart. There is a door to a room that was closed long ago and inside the room is us, as a little child, waiting. She says it has been waiting all these years for us to come back. That we don’t have to be or do or say anything perfect to our child-self that we need only sit next to him/her and be present.

Yes, this is true. The little You never ever leaves your heart. It gets tucked and hidden away very early on for some, later for others. Some never go back. Did you go back? Did you walk down the hallway?

I did. In my mind’s eye I can recall my mother dressing me in a very fluffy peach colored dress full of lace. My hair was in to pigtails more to the back than the sides.

And there she was. Just sitting on the floor, waiting. As if she knew I would come back and had not been fretting. I walked into the room and picked her up. We sat down in a chair and began to rock gently. But suddenly I wasn’t holding only her, I mean I was but her eyes, her essence was more of my youngest child. Big, wide eyes, open to the world who had not yet experienced the wound(s).

She talks about the original wound.

“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” ~ Rumi

It sounds like quite the exploration you went on within your heart. What happened while you were rocking this sweet little one?

I just held her, as I used to hold my own when they were babies. We rocked and I just kept telling her everything is ok, she is ok, it’s going to be ok. She believed me and soaked up the hugs, the holding as if she were a sponge that had been forgotten on an abandoned kitchen windowsill and then was gently held under warm water. We rocked for a long time and then my mind took over, and I was out of my heart and back in my head again.

And what do you think of all this or, better said, what do you feel of all this?

So much of it felt like truth and hope. What an idea to think I’ve never been broken, none of us have, we have all just forgotten our wholeness. I have just never viewed myself that way. I have believed for a very long time that there are good and bad things about me and the bad needs to be fixed.

They are not “bad” dear one. They are tools you used to survive the forgetting of those around you and for a very long time they worked but now, here you are. Those tools have become like the walls of a prison; they no longer work.

I feel that – that feels true. There are still things I want to let go of that I know are holding me back, they used to create safety and now they clearly no longer work.

It takes great willingness to step out from behind walls that used to protect us, behaviors that covered those wounds, anesthetized them for decades so you could survive and function in the world. But the time comes for every soul on earth where one finds oneself at that fork in the road of choice. Will you step up and out, back onto solid ground or turn back toward the dark and continue to stay hidden under the snow. All humans reach a point where they are given this choice.

I will step up and out. I can feel the sunshine up there and the frozen, dark beneath me and I don’t want to live buried down here anymore.

Ah, I have always known what choice you would make little one. The wounds and the “forgetting” as this author says, happens to every human born upon this earth and many, many stay buried under their blanket of snow, living their entire lives never seeing the dark, earthy, sunlit soil beneath their feet again. This is their individual journey, just as you are in the midst of your own.

Perhaps by stepping up and out onto the top of that snowbank, others will join you. They will “remember” what this author is talking about. That none of My children are ever, ever broken. Wounded, yes, some more deeply than others, but broken and needing “fixing?” Never. I don’t create broken humans, but I do give them the freedom to make their own choices. This is key.

What is the name of the book sweet one?

It’s called “The Journey Back to You: A Book of Healing, Wholeness and Unconditional Love” by N. Freenix.

It sounds like you “stumbled upon” *angels giggle* quite the gem! Tell me, do you now inner stand the power of pen to paper, the power of writing and the power of putting your journey out into the world?

I believe I do, yes.

Will you keep the promise you made to yourself to write every day, no matter what?

I will.

I wonder what you will “stumble upon” today my sweet child. Aren’t you excited to find out?!

I am.

Listen to this. Freenix writes, “Healing does not happen in a single direction. It happens in circles that grow wider and wider until, one day, the circle is large enough to hold all of you.”

Your new friend Freenix, my little one, could not be more correct.

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