“It only takes one person plowing a row to make a field, then others can follow knowing they aren’t the first or alone.” — Julia Kasdorf, from “Boustrophedon” Healing from sexual abuse after the shredding of a soul can’t be forced or figured out. Whether we work at this task as victim, survivor or compassionate advocate, it takes something beyond our comprehension. The farmer plows the row and plants the seeds but knows it takes the mysterious and incomprehensible work of sun, soil and rain to bring that crop to fruition. Likewise in healing from sexual trauma it requires becoming ready and willing to allow something, anything greater than ourselves to flow through our lives and lead us to hope. For me it took admitting I no longer had the strength, the will, the resources, or the capability in my single finite mind to figure out a way through the hopelessness and pain. And I felt so defeated by that–until I realized it was only natural to rely on something greater. No more than the farmer would be able to conceptualize the work of the sun and rain and soil to see a crop grow, I would not be able to figure out […]
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