Powerlessness

Blessed are the meek.

When we stare at our own powerlessness straight in the face we confront our vulnerability, our pain, our sadness and our fear.  These are transformative elements that can turn love into some unhealthy expression.  Without proper nurturing and initiation those elements remain unchecked and can grow and fester into shame and hate and a warped sense of reality.  When we are given the love and support to recognize the strength that lays at the heart of our powerlessness we are allowed to transform, not transmit our shadows.