I am grateful for my limitations.

I have long been fascinated by the idea of ‘transcending my limitations’.

I have long been fascinated by the idea of ‘transcending my limitations’.

The things that hurt me. The things that box me in. The things that prevent me from being, experiencing, discovering, becoming all that [I am and] can be, and embracing all that is on offer in this glorious, fragile, abundant thread we call Life.

My shadows, if you like.

Or — framed differently — my humanity.

I have also long been fascinated by trauma; a synonym, if you like, for the above. Or perhaps the above is a synonym for it; for we all have, carry, live with trauma, and we are all traumatised — at some level, such is life.

It hurts. It’s messy. As we are, too.

And yet, still, we make Meaning and Beauty and Poetry out of it. And in doing so, we are able to do, be, become so much more than the sum of our own individual and collective parts — sometimes disparate, sometimes hollow, often whimsical — and in the process, perhaps more than we ever thought we could, too. We transcend simply by embracing; to love more f…