The Mother lives in the feminine field as both an ache and archetype. She is the one we run toward for comfort and away from for our freedom. She births us and then becomes usually the first face of the Divine we meet or the first wound we must eventually forgive and reconcile.

I am the lost teenager in the void, caught between worlds. Heavy with grief and loss and undigested pain, my tears are so often silent.

Your Inner Child initially holds the energy of your wounded daughter or son, the part most impacted by your relationship with your parents