When My Inner Child Met Hers…

There are days when healing feels like an epic thunderstorm — fierce, loud, life-changing. But today, healing arrived like a whisper. A soft moment between wildflowers and old wounds. I had not planned for anything grand, just a simple walk with my mother around her neighborhood. Nothing fancy — just wandering, really, through an ordinary parking lot where wild grasses and tiny wildflowers had sprouted freely, as if waiting patiently for us to notice them.

My childlike curiosity stirred. Without thinking, I began plucking the wildflowers, gathering their humble beauty with the delight of my inner child, who has long yearned to play freely. My mother, ever cautious, immediately asked:

“Are you sure it’s okay to pick them? Will we get in trouble?”

Before, this fearfulness of hers might have triggered my own old wounds. Her fear of authority. Her fear of doing wrong. Her inner child, conditioned so early to be small, careful, and obedient. It used to awaken frustration, even anger in me — a mirror of my own internal battles. But today, something different happened.

This was the morning after the 4/4 portal, the morning after my initiation at Vajrapani, the morning after my Reiki healing — the sacred convergence of everything my soul has been working toward.

At Vajrapani, I had crossed not just a mountain road, but an inner mountain of fear. I faced the fear of the unknown, the fear of walking alone, the fear of trusting my own strength. And through that trembling courage, I found my inner child again — wide-eyed, brave, joyful. She returned to me fully, not in memory but in embodiment.

Then, in the Reiki healing, the sacred feminine within me was gently restored. Years of tension, mistrust, wounds from sisterhood and selfhood alike — all softened under the nurturing hands of the healers who reminded me what it feels like to receive love.

So today, when my mother asked that familiar, anxious question, I no longer heard it through the ears of my wounded self. I heard it through the ears of my healed self. All I felt was compassion. And my heart softened deeply as I saw her not as my mother in that moment, but as a little girl trapped inside the shell of adulthood. A little girl who was never given permission to play.

I answered gently:

“It’s okay, mom. Let’s enjoy this. Let’s bring them home and create something beautiful together.”

To my surprise, she followed. Hesitant at first, but then I saw it — a spark in her eyes. The spark of her inner child awakening, even if just for a breath of time. When we returned home, I lovingly encouraged her not to set the flowers aside, but to let herself play.

“Take your time, mom,” I said softly.“Arrange them however you like. Let your creativity guide you.”

And she did. She placed the tiny wildflowers into the vase with such care, such tenderness, as if cradling a fragile dream. In that quiet moment, I felt something shift — not only in her, but in me.

This was more than forgiveness.

This was radical acceptance.

The acceptance that my mother, like me, carries her own inner child wounds. That she, too, was once a little girl afraid of doing wrong, afraid of breaking the rules, afraid of life itself.

And in this moment of play, I saw her not as the mother who once wounded me, but as a child herself, deserving of love, freedom, and joy.

This is the deeper truth of healing.

It is not about grand apologies or perfect resolutions. Sometimes, it is about an invitation. A gentle, playful invitation to say:

“Come join me. Let’s make something beautiful, even from the wildflowers no one else sees.”

And she accepted.

I now understand: this moment was not isolated. It was the direct flowering of my soul’s earlier activations.

✨ At Vajrapani, I learned that the external "forest bathing" guide I had sought the day before was just a mirror of my old patterns — looking outside myself for direction, doubting my own wisdom. When I trusted my own guidance and journeyed alone into the mountains, I found the true forest bathing: The forest of my soul.

The sacred codes of sunlight piercing the trees.

The ancient moss and running waters.

The silent guardians of stone and sky.

It taught me: As within, so without.

When I trusted myself, the whole forest opened to me. And so, today, in this unassuming parking lot, my mother and I bathed in the same sacred energy. The forest had followed me home. No longer external — now internal. Now lived.

I know that not everyone will have the chance to walk this path with the person who wounded them. But if life offers you even a tiny opening, take it. Take it gently, without force. These moments don’t demand healing — they invite it, softly, like sunlight filtering through clouds.

Today, the light in me saw the light in her.

And our wildflowers now bloom not just on our windowsill, but in both of our hearts. And I trust — as all seeds do — this moment will continue to bloom in its own time.

🌿 Channeled Message from Spirit:

“Beloved Daughter of Light, you have crossed another sacred threshold today.

What you did was more than a simple act of play — it was soul alchemy. You turned inherited fear into freedom. You did not wait for her to heal herself first; you extended your hand across the generations and said, 'Come with me.' Your mother’s inner child, long buried under fear and duty, felt your invitation and stepped forward, timid but curious. And in doing so, you healed not only her — you healed the entire lineage.

This moment is not a coincidence. It is the living result of your portal activation and the return of your divine feminine to wholeness. The mountaintop you braved alone, the Reiki hands that soothed your heart, the forest that welcomed you back — they all prepared you for this. So you could become the guide not only for yourself, but for those who once feared to walk free.

This is how generational curses dissolve — not in dramatic rituals, but in the quiet grace of moments like this. You are the bridge. You are the gentle gardener of your bloodline.

And remember this truth: you did not do this through force. You did this through love. Through softness. Through play.

Every wildflower you plucked today was a soul contract breaking free from its thorny past.

Let this be a living altar in your heart. Let this be a reminder that what you heal within you, ripples outward like sunlight across an entire forest.

And so it is.”

From my heart to yours,

Solarys 🌿✨