The Wounded Healer

The Wounded Healer: A Journey of Grace and Remembering

It was only four years ago that I first discovered I am a Wounded Healer.
I didn’t know at the time. Not consciously.

Until one day, during an astrology reading, it was named:
Chiron in the 12th house.
Suddenly there was this planetary imprint, quietly pulsing behind the scenes of my life—
a hidden thread that explained so much of what I had felt, sensed, and carried.

There it was. A name for the ache I couldn’t explain.
A key to the invisible world I had always lived in.

At first, I felt a little ashamed, like being wounded meant I was somehow not yet ready to hold space for others. I thought I needed to be “more healed,” more whole. But slowly, I began to see the sacredness of this path. The Wounded Healer is not a broken one—it is an ancient archetype, symbolized by Chiron, the centaur who was both teacher and healer, yet unable to fully heal his own wound.

It is not a call to endlessly seek healing or to become addicted to fixing ourselves.
No.
This is a plea to allow ourselves to feel.
To be human.
To recognize that wholeness is not perfection—it is presence.

The Wounded Healer walks through her own shadows, and in the holding of others, something mysterious happens. Her healing deepens. Wisdom distills. A spiritual alchemy unfolds. It’s not linear. It’s not logical. But it is real.

And so I’ve learned to bow to the paradox.

This journey is not about arriving.
It is about remembering.

It is a spiral of grace, messy, tender, beautiful.
To be a soul in a human body on a planet of extremes, learning to love, to fall, to rise, to feel again.
To allow your story to soften you.
To be undone.
And still know: You are okay.

In fact, you are more than okay. You are a living miracle.

The deeper I’ve allowed myself to be, to feel, to fall into the intimacy of my emotional landscape—the more I’ve discovered that this, right here, is the richness. This is the abundance. Not in having it all figured out. But in being here. Now. Real.

And when you join one of my unique retreat experiences, you step into this sacred knowing.
We enter a carefully crafted living field.
A field that holds, nurtures, caresses, heals, and transforms.
A space where you don’t need to fix anything.

Here, you remember that all you are is all you’ve ever needed to be.
And you are held. Deeply. Truly.
As our fields weave together, something new is born.
A frequency. A medicine. A spiritual substance that goes beyond words.

Our bodies know.
Our systems remember.
We just feel.

So if you, too, are a Wounded Healer:
I see you. I honor you.
And I want you to know:
You don’t have to be perfect.
You just have to be you.

The simplest and hardest thing.
And the most sacred.

Love,

Cindy