Vulnerability can act like an edge that cuts two ways: At times it can be an elixir that unlocks doors to extraordinary levels of connection, and in other situations it can slam doors shut so hard it leaves us reeling, in a state of shock or worse - bruised and battered in the most tender place. When we don’t know how to take care of our vulnerability, the latter is often our experience - bringing it out into the open is synonymous with rejection and wounding. That’s why we so often simply don’t - we’ve learned at the deepest level to simply not be that honest, to not get that real, to the point that it might take a massive excavation to break up the frozen feelings and go there even if we wanted to.
After all, even with all the flowery stuff self help gurus speak about the virtues of vulnerability, actually going there carries the very real potential of leaving us exposed to injury. When it’s done right, opening up our vulnerability is a pathway to heaven on earth, but damn it can hurt when things don’t flow.
Today that’s exactly what I want to talk about.